Dance With Molly
Have I gotten so old I am out of sync with the younger generation? Or have I gotten old enough to…
Dance With Molly
Have I gotten so old I am out of sync with the younger generation? Or have I gotten old enough to…
Have I gotten so old I am out of sync with the younger generation? Or have I gotten old enough to realize a few dangers in this world?
I was watching the news tonight and I actually sat and listened to a special segment about a new drug. A drug called molly.
This is what Molly looks like and this is what Fox news had to say about it.
Has anyone seen “Molly”?
If you’ve heard that line before, chances are someone was offering you a street drug.
The name may sound benign, but “Molly” is a powdered form of MDMA, the molecular compound found in Ecstasy, and it’s often laced with other highly addicted drugs.
Although “Molly” is marketed as a “pure” form of Ecstasy, Dr. Ken Bachrach, the clinical director of Tarzana Treatment Centers, said users have no idea what they’re actually taking.
“It can be cut with everything from talcum powder, heroin, it could be cut with anything.” says Bachrach.
Bachrach says an increase of MDMA-related emergency room visits should be a concern to parents, because the drug is easily accessible in schools and at concert venues.
“‘Molly’ is marketed to our young people in the club scene as a kinder, safer way to get high,” says Sarah Pullen, a special agent with DEA. “But it’s anything but safe. There haven’t been any long-term studies, and it’s just as deadly as any other drug.”
It really disturbed me that the news pointed out that some new songs including famous singers are taking part in this song. Advertising that the way to have fun is to dance with Molly.
The truth as told by Fox is that Molly is guaranteed to make you dance all right. In fact, if you are unlucky enough it can raise your body temperature way too high, speed you heart up so much that you will dance yourself right into the grave.
As soon as this segment was over I stopped only for a moment and thought of all the youth that are lost and searching to find themselves. Most youth want to be loved, accepted and fit in.
I remember those days myself, but there was one difference between me and some of the youth today. I may have wanted to fit in but I also knew my parents would strap me to the house for life if I tried anything that would cause me harm or worse. The punishment was too large and risky for me to chance my life.
Today, freedom is bought at a much higher price. I know there are drugs out there. I am not that old. LSD was the roaring rage when I was a teen. What irks me so bad is the hype is placed in an area that is so well-known by our youth that the fun of it is what they hear, never the dangers.
I placed it on my FB, a warning to not believe what you hear. I pinpointed it towards the teens that read my pages. A comment was made and although I understood completely what the person was saying, I can never stop trying to save the soul of another life.
It isn’t my job or duty, it is my heart speaking. I want each life to get to experience love, marriage, family, and all that goes with growing up and living a good life. I don’t want anyone’s life snuffed out early. I will always place the call. It is up to you whether you tune in and listen or not.
Life is tough, life is not always fair, but life can be good if we choose the chosen paths. God help our youth, teens, and younger generation. For aside from caring and loving parents, and family, good friendships, there is no better friend in a time of crisis than God.
Here is the song Miley Cyrus sings promoting the drug called Molly
Daily Prompt; Can’t Drive 55
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Daily Prompt
Take the third line…
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Daily Prompt
Take the third line of the last song you heard, make it your post title, and write for a maximum of 15 minutes. GO!
Photographers, artists, poets: show us SPEED.
This is one time I have to admit I hear the radio. I hear it playing while I am driving down the road. I went to Wal-Mart and got a few groceries because I knew I wouldn’t get out of the house for a few days.
What did I hear? What was the last song I heard? The truth is I have no idea. I don’t take notice of where my mind is wandering, but obviously it does. I refuse to believe that at my age my memory is becoming unglued.
I bet that my mind goes fifty-five miles per minute instead of hour. I bet I think of all kinds of things. Tossing them around my brain. Letting them in and out like a two-way door.
I thought I did pretty good. I didn’t even have a list to take with me and yet got everything I needed.
Eggs, cat litter, apple juice, cookies, lasagna, for an easy meal tonight, and a package of cold cuts for lunch this weekend.
So what song did I listen to last? Who knows, and really I don’t care, or I would have written down on paper or stored it in my memory box.
I do like the title of this prompt. Can’t drive 55. Wasn’t that the song by Sammy Hagar? Yes, it is. I found it. Here it is.
Now that brings me some real smiles. Good times, free nights and weekends. Running around with the windows down. Hair flying out the window. Curfew of midnight on weekends. Boyfriends, laughter, beaches, telephone calls. Oh those were the days. Oh yeah.
Here is a picture of the first car I bought for $100.00. It was my baby. It was even black just like the photo. I had an AM radio and with gas at 17 cents a gallon I could fly everywhere I wanted to go.