I only took a few drags, not sure how I would handle it, and not wanting to get too altered, after all these years. Image: Thinkstock.
I’ll be the first to admit that a large part of my twenties was spent in a euphoric haze brought on by fairly regular pot smoking. I loved the stuff — and it certainly loved me. I don't feel I ever had a “problem” with it, but I did feel a strong pull to have it in my life.