Hi, my name is Lynn and I am a former druggie. I had the same emotional capacity as that 20 year old boy for the same reason. What stopped me (besides God putting his foot down) was I hit rock bottom at the ripe old age of 21. I lacked common sense, so I decided it was a wise move to thumb a ride on a road very few drove down late on a Sunday night, and caught a ride with a bunch of guys headed the other direction for a beer run.
They got the beer. I waited. They took me back to where they were going and raped me.
And so, it was time to grow up, and I went to rehab of my own choice. There I learned the stories of others' rock bottoms.
-- A girl was walking down the railroad tracks to a friend's house to get high, when the Pagens came along. (Pagans -- the east coast version of the Hell's Angels motorcycle gang.) They kidnapped her, placed her in a cheap hotel room of a place they lived and raped her for three month. She didn't stay with the program. She came and left, and then came back after the same gang did the same thing, but only for a month.
-- A soldier in Vietnam got point when he was stoned and never saw the booby trap headed right to him. (This was in the late 70's. The booby trap was pointed bamboo skews dipped in human feces. When I knew him, he already had the autoimmune disorders that are likely to happen when the body is that overloaded with toxins, so he's probably been dead for decades now.)
-- An 18 year old celebrated his birthday by joining rehab right out of juvie. He was lucky. He was barely 16 when he sold pot and a rival decided to steal his supply. He used his gun and missed the revival. He killed his grandmother -- the woman raising him -- instead. He got manslaughter, because he killed the wrong person. He was 18. Assuming he is still alive he will always know he killed his grandmother, a much worse punishment than the government could ever give him.
This was the marijuana we grew up with. It gave you a mellow high. That isn't today's marijuana. Today's weed is so potent you might not even know what you did on that high. You could puke your guts out.
I just gave you four stories of why people thought it was time to give up pot. It's much worse now. Either do something for this son now before he hits bottom, or regret not doing something for the rest of your life. THAT is the straight reality of what you're dealing with -- not whether this wrecks your morals.
This isn't the 60's and 70's anymore, and they weren't all that simple then either.