The first time I ever bought drugs, I was 17 and backpacking in Bucharest. The person I was staying with had some really shady drug dealers that they were in some kind of debt relationship to. A whole element of abuse that they didn't mention when they said "We should get some weed. I know a guy.". My background was pretty sheltered so I'd never seen how people buy drugs. I stood outside the apartment bloc with a bunch of lei in my hand waiting for someone who looked like a drug dealer who might be looking for me. Two very large Romani guys walk up and ask if I'm with my friend. I just try to hand them the money in broad daylight without any kind of subterfuge. They inform me that I can't buy drugs like a pizza and invite themselves into the apartment. For what worked out to about $40 a gram, I got some kind of shitty mids. I asked what the strain was and they said "orange".

For like three years I thought cannabis didn't work on me because I didn't inhale orange right. Instead I watched football while two guys alternated between yelling at the television and at my friend. Nothing could be more disappointing than orange.