My first drugs experience was distinctly underwhelming. Tipsy off a couple of shots of vodka, I threw years of school-administered anti-drugs indoctrination to the wayside when, outside a 17th birthday party, I took my maiden drag from a moist-ended, clumsily-rolled joint. Nothing happened, apart from suppressing some guilty coughs. I didn’t see pink elephants; I [...]
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