writing oped pieces like this one, but also hosting community forums and information sessions, including one at 6:30 p.m., Wednesday, May 30 at the Troy City Council Chambers, 500 W. Big Beaver Rd.
But my friend didn’t need the stories in the media to know Spice is bad. She’s seen its effects first hand. Once her son admitted using it and told her when and how often, she did the math.
That’s about when his personality changed, his behavior worsened and she wondered what was going on.
Now, she knows and feels silly, embarrassed and angry that she didn’t pick up on his clues.
Drug use, she admits, changed her son for the worse. And the K2/Spice admission scares her the most. She’s hoping his honesty about using it was a true cry for help, and she feels lucky, actually, that he’s stopped using it – hopefully permanently – before he suffered any of the psychotic, violent side effects.
Now, she’s moving on to do what she can to get educated and help him do what he can to avoid it. Although with Spice freely available, that’s going to be tough.
While suburban parents fear or expect (take your pick) their teens to drive into Detroit to buy drugs, the reality is that the transactions are going on in their own Mile Road-bordered and lakefront neighborhoods. Pick up a pop and a bag of chips, oh, and throw in a Spice packet from behind the counter at some local party store.
Oddly enough, the Spice awareness campaign is moving from exurbia toward the city. Here’s hoping the remedy comes from everywhere before we all have that conversation with a friend or our own kids.
It’s bad shit.
