Here is a piece of electronic "drug" ephemera that's making the rounds. FWIW. Jon

The Drug Problem in America

The other day, someone at a store in our town read that a
methamphetamine lab had been found in an old farmhouse in the
adjoining county and he asked me a rhetorical question,

 ''Why didn't we
have a drug problem when you and I were growing up?''

I replied: I had a drug problem when I was young:
I was drug to church on Sunday morning.
I was drug to church for weddings and funerals.
I was drug to family reunions and community socials no
matter the weather.
I was drug by my ears when I was disrespectful to
adults.
I was also drug to the woodshed when I disobeyed my
parents, if I told a lie, brought home a bad report card, did
not speak with respect, spoke ill of the teacher or the
preacher, or if I didn't put forth my best effort in everything
that was asked of me.
I was drug to the kitchen sink to have my mouth
washed out with soap if I uttered a profane four-letter word.
I was drug out to pull weeds in mom's garden and flower
beds and cockleburs out of dad's fields.
I was drug to the homes of family, friends, and
neighbors to help out some poor soul who had no one to mow the yard, repair
the clothesline, or chop some firewood;
and, if my mother had ever known that I took a single
dime as a tip for this kindness, she would have drug me back to the
woodshed.
Those drugs are still in my veins; and they affect
my behavior in everything I do, say, and think. They are stronger
than cocaine, crack, or heroin; and, if today's children had this
kind of drug problem, America would be a better place.

~author unknown~