It’s 1969. Everybody does drugs. I'm giving this girl a ride back to college and on the New Jersey Turnpike she says, "Try? THC laced with acid." In my crowd, the studiers, we just smoke grass. Here is my chance to be cool. Minutes later I'm crossing the lanes, skimming the guardrail, trying to fly my car to a Holiday Inn sign on the other side of the highway. She screams, "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" I pull over. "I can't drive. You drive." No. "You have to!" No again. “Why not?” I yell. And she says, "I don't know how."
Nancy Bulger is a teacher, writer, and international business entrepreneur.