About drugs... permit some ancient history... triggered more often these days.
In 1957, I was a senior incollege. My fraternity pledged a young man from Brazil, whose dad owned one of those immense cattle farms and was obviously very wealthy... His name was as long as he was short, and we used to make him say it as part of hazing... Bernardo Yuan Ramon Ortiz de Montellano Lamb Quinto. At 18 years old he had a century of experiences all over the world... most recently running with Dr. Timothy Leary, trying mushrooms, in Mexico, and previously spending a year traveling part time with Jack Kerouac.
He regaled us with stories of poetry around campfires and taking the high road.
In our school at the time... no use of pot at all... Sophisticated as we were, drugs were a mystery. Booze, a different story.
More recently... around 1971, DW and I along with 2 of our kids went to a performance at the Saratoga Performing Arts Center to see the Carpenters. The entrance way was a mass of thousands of people to go through four ticket booths...($2.75 tickets as I recall)... We were jammed, belly to bum in the teeming crowd... mostly teens.
DW began with... in a small voice... "Do you smell something?"... "No"... "I smell something"... "No"..." I tell you I smell something"... "No"... (Louder now) "I do smell something... it's smoke"... (I had figured it out)... "Shhh, its nothing"... (now the panic starts)... "Something's BURNING!".... "Shhh"... "It's okay, nothing's burning"... "Something's BURNING... It's a FIRE!!!"... "No, it's okay"... (next in a terrified loud, loud voice) "It's a FIRE!... FIRE!...FIRE"...
The crowd moves away leaving us in a little open circle... moi, DW and two kids... Hysterical laughter all around us... Our first, first hand experience with the banned substance... It was our last experience with pot... second hand, at that.
On the other hand, I am quite passionate about mushrooms.