I can’t remember, my mind was floating about in a haze of smoke.

The time I went to a party while high I walked smack into a poster of The Doors. Everything was dark but some light directly on the poster to emphasize it and their music was playing. I totally freaked out and had my date get me out of there before I lost it altogether. I didn’t feel "safe" until I got home and had my head hidden beneath my blankets. Boy, I can never forget that as a "first experience."

Another was, the very first time I smoked and insisted I felt nothing. But then as my friends and I walked along the sidewalks I was laughing so hard that I peed in my pants. Did I care? Nope, it only made me laugh harder.

I wasn’t an activist and I only did one march, that to the tune of my own drummer. I guess I was more of a doper than a hippy…but I dressed the part. Does that count? [V]