1. Hash. I was eighteen or so at the time. It was shortly after the anniversary of my dad’s death, and I needed something to help me unwind. A fellow burger flipper felt sorry for me and rolled two fat joints for me and my best friend to smoke (we’re Dutch, so no probs getting any). Whilst she was absolutely relaxed and tranquille and even a bit giggly, I just sunk deeper and deeper into a black hole, feeling sadder and weepier than ever. After I sobered up the next day, I vowed never to drugs again. And I haven’t.
2. Meeting my BF. He’s my partner in crime.
3. Comes and goes in waves, depends on the circumstances. I’ve been riding the ‘no’ wave due health issues for far too long and hope to hop on the ‘yes’ one very soon.
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