I had a "mate" Shaky Shane, quite a bit younger than I but incapable of productive work. He would look me in the eyes and say "You know Hanrahan, I have been smoking "shit" all my life and it hasn't done me any harm".
No harm? If only he could have looked into those eyes from my side. lol Well he's gone now, unloved and unmourned. An oxygen thief to the end.
Surely there is more to life? Maybe they are right: Reality is only for those who can't take drugs.
