I have a dear friend that was a pot head. He's always been Uncle D t my boys. He's always been there when I needed cheering up (partly because he had no life). At one point I questioned whether I could continue letting him be a part of our lives as the boys grew up. I decided he was a great example of why not to smoke pot. No family, no girlfriend, no real job, a dirty apartment with a roommate he hates, always broke. He picked up smoking cigarettes again after having quit for years. This bothered me more than the pot because I'm allergic to cigarettes. He told his doctor he wanted to quit smoking again and the doctor gave him Wellbutrin. Uncle D not only quit smoking cigarettes but pot as well. He went back to college, is getting straight A's, has taken up drawing again... who knew? The only problem is now that he has a life, I don't get to talk to him as much.