This column is in response to John Dixon's column yesterday, "Drugs don't seem so tantalizing when you meet users' children."

I've never understood drug use, even in the recreational sense.

It's not that I'm a self-righteous, straight-laced Pollyanna.

I'd like to think that it's because I possess a rational mind, and I'm capable of intelligent choices.

But the methamphetamine problem slowly miring Kentucky in a cesspool of strung-out junkies desperate for their next fix, even in my tiny hometown in the south central part of the state, makes me wonder if I'm not missing something, after all.

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