^ ^ I often wonder about the 'forbidden' thing. When I was 18 at college, the herb, mon, held greater appeal because it was wicked and forbidden. I grew up Mormon and first got drunk just after HS graduation, also 18, and holy crap, I'll never know how close I came to dying but I drank way too much gin and felt like warmed over death for the next 12-18 hours. Just did not have a clue about the stuff or how to drink it.
Dreamers, misfits, malcontents, finding the world not to their liking, imagine themselves perfectly suited for the world as it ought to be. – anon