PRISONER TO MARIJUANA

Right in the heart of a big city, in the most secluded of streets; Hidden in an abandoned apartment building is this prisoner. What is he prisoner of? He is a Prisoner of ecstasy, a Prisoner of his own craving, being controlled and mastered by a Master, his master Marijuana; He is enslaved by a weed that is of no value to him, that gives him no nutrition, but only destroys him.

It was his quest for pleasure, his search for freedom that led him to marijuana. He wanted liberation form a stressful world, a liberation from the control of everyone else just himself, mastering a new world of extreme pleasure and heightened excitement, and Marijuana offered him that. His first tries at it, free him from his mental worries and troubles, he could sleep like an infant with nothing to worry about.

He had found a companion in Marijuana and his regular intake let him soar, it gave him the power to fly, to travel in the world of pleasure. It became his true friend and it began talking to him, inspiring him to do greatness, promising him conquests beyond his wildest imaginations, showing him the strengths in him that no other had.

He used to be a man familiar with the human world around him, relating with people in his environment. But now, he lurked in dark places, and abandoned buildings became his refuge because his new found friend was not accepted by society and was disliked by authorities.

Gradually, gradually, he began to spend more time in darkness and began to dislike the light.
Day light became an enemy, family became distant, the authorities became the unjust, because Marijuana had told him so.

It used to be trips once in a while to explore the unknown world; then it became daily trips. He latter moved on to trips of three to four times daily but now he lived in the unknown world. Although he couldn’t be there always, he wanted to be there always. He couldn’t help himself, he was lost in this world, this world had taken control of him; in fact Marijuana had taken a control of him. His body reacted to the slightest absence of Marijuana. He had not only learnt to smoke it, he had learnt to drink and eat it.

Cannabis had become lord over him. He had to be high on Marijuana or dead. Marijuana had other friends and he became parleys with them. He was introduced to heroine, alcohol, petrol fumes and industrial spirits.

Now he realized the jerk he had become but it was too late because his body his body, mind and soul had become enslaved to Marijuana. He had to steal to keep in touch with his new found friends, who were no longer his friends but his masters.

Now his flesh is wasting, his mind is spent; Marijuana must be in his blood stream, before he can think aright, before he can get a control of his emotions. He has no will of his own; his new masters rule him and mercilessly afflict him.

Now his life is different from no vampires, always sulking in darkness, always on trips that now border madness. The one time free man in search of happiness is now in chains and slavery to narcotics. He is now a prisoner to Marijuana.