Yeah, I know this is like asking, "Do you have a navel?" but I'm sure there are some puritanical sorts still in circulation who've yet to sample the divine weed. Personally, my college experience is one big contact buzz. Whenever I was down in the dumper, all I had to do was walk into a lavatory in the philosophy or art department and I'd be on Cloud Infinity Plus One. I even got rides home from a pregnant, pot-smoking, retro-beatnik, Sicilian girl who perpetuated my CBs all the way to my doorstep. I remember walking upstairs with the pictures on the wall gyrating and the rises wobbling, like I was in Waking Dream. After oxygen, marijuana smoke is the densest component in the collegiate atmosphere.