People I know who tend to smoke weed heavily have issues. There are always exceptions to the rule, but in my experience I've found that people tend to blaze as an escape. This is rocket science at its finest: I stress; therefore, I smoke. Nova was a prime example of this.
It comes as no surprise to me that a majority of Bubblees I've encountered love the "peace pipe." Most of these guys never talk about what's really bothering them. They just blow their problems into the atmosphere and then it "disappears" into thin air.
When I met Nova he couldn't find a job. He was living with his mom who seemed to move around more than a boxer in a ring. Even though our application is two pages long and doesn't require an essay, he had a hard time filling it out. At 19, he was a total mess--literally. He never looked neat and his lips were as black as my Blackberry. Everything he wore reaked of weed residue all the time.
Given his size, I decided to work with him past try-outs. Guys who are 6'6 don't grow on trees. I figured that I could solve his coordination issues, or at least get him to function on a basketball court--not so much. He could not, despite his best efforts, follow any kind of directions. Something as simple as run and clap the backboard then run in place was a chore for him. He couldn't even sprint the floor on command.
His mobility issues were a result of his inability to keep his shoes laced through an entire practice...
This is crazy. I blame whoever lets them get this far with this little education?? Who is teaching our children??
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