When I was a younger man, taking drugs* was something you did by and large in the privacy of your own home. It was often a quiet, personal experience that you would maybe share with friends whilst listening to Waiting For The Sun. Of course, that's if it was marijuana. If it was acid, you'd end up listening to The Grand Wazoo, staring at the patterns of your carpet for four hours before running headlong into your friend thinking he and you were a pair of cars playing chicken. Each to their own.

Nowadays, we have this...:

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How did we get here?

When rogues like these (a sparrow cries)
To honours and employments rise,
I court no favour, ask no place,
For such preferment is disgrace.

In the beginning there was light, but God was one of those religious types who didn't believe in global warming or being environmentally friendly and eventually we ran out of oil and the light dimmed.

And then it was Grey.