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I Think The 'just Say No' Mentality Is So Crazed. I Saw A Thing In A Women's Magazine The Other Day. 'he Smokes Cannabis, What Am I To Do? He Laughs It Off When I Try To Tell Him, He Says It's Not Really Harmful...' Of Course You're Half Hoping The Advice Will Be, 'well, You Know It's Not That Harmful; If You Love Him, If You Talk To Him About It, Tell Him Maybe He Should Keep It In The Garden Shed Or Something,' You Know, A Reasonable Point Of View. But Of Course It Was, 'no, No, All Drugs Are Bad. Librium's Good, Valium's Good. But Cannabis, Ooooh!' I Hate That Unreasoned Attitude.

When You Get The Money, You Still Need To Keep Going; You Don't Stop. There Has To Be Something Else. I Think It's The Freedom To Do What You Want And To Live Your Dreams.

It Was Bad On Linda. She Had To Deal With This Guy Who Didn't Want To Get Out Of Bed And, If He Did, Wanted To Go Back To Bed Pretty Soon After. He Wanted To Drink Earlier And Earlier Each Day And Didn't Really See The Point In Shaving. I Was Generally Pretty Morbid.

If You Love Your Life, Everybody Will Love You Too.

The Ring At The End Of My Nose Makes Me Look Rather Pretty.