This.
My parents were very open and honest about their drug use and the use of their friends and family. I set rules for myself and never got truly in trouble, I’ve definitely made dumb mistakes, but I’m definitely better off then some of my friends.
The only thing that my dad said that was really dumb was “it’s your choice, you can have chicks and cars or dudes and drugs”. At the time, I had almost no friends, never really had friends up until then. Growing up with severe socal and separation anxiety will do that. I didn’t really care about cars, chicks did drugs, so why not have some dudes too.
Edit: spelling
Browning makes a 1911 in .380, it’s an 80% scale of a .45 1911.