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One of first experiences involved my friend and I getting "kidnapped" by Adam, the guy who sold the stuff to us, sitting in Adam's car as he did donuts on the ice in a parking lot of a St Louis radio station, staring into the bathroom mirror at said station while they played with sound effects, being dragged back to his apartment where his girlfriend had just slashed her wrists (not fatally) while listening to Leonard Cohen... and on... and on...
good times.
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