
Drinks Fuel the Fun, but Weed Kills the Vibe
I used to think I was chill. Open-minded. A “do whatever you want” kind of girl. And for the most part, I am—until it’s 12:47 a.m., the bar is finally buzzing, the DJ has figured out the room, my third tequila soda has hit just right, and someone suggests we all go outside to smoke weed. That’s when I feel it: the vibe slipping through my fingers like condensation down a glass.


















































































































































































































