No idea, Curve, but ‘the shakes’ probably saved me.
In my youth I used to go to many a party where drugs were rampant, and would certainly partake of a few choofs of the green, whilst normally giving my all to my favourite drug – alcohol.
Vividly remember waking up on a couch one morning and looking across at another bloke asleep in an arm chair. I was feeling a tad under the weather so lay there hoping my head wouldn’t explode. Needless to say there were also bodies taking up most of the available carpet :)
Bloke in chair woke up and was shaking like a leaf. Reached down and grabbed a toiletry bag besides the chair and wandered off to the bathroom. Came out about 5 minutes later and you could have put a brick on the back of his hand. I tracked down the parties host and inquired what that was all about. “Oh, he’s a smackhead” was the blithe reply.
I was 17 going on 18, and thought to myself, “fuck that shit”.