My background was not religious but during high school I didn't party at all. I drank maybe one beer and never smoked cigs or weed. Not a puff. I was a good kid.
I didn't make it through my first year of college due to personal issues. I did try drinking there, but didn't do it much, and tried weed shortly before I dropped out. Went back home and caught up with a friend who didn't go to college. But he did smoke weed. Through him I met some other dudes that did party. They were mostly all quite smart and bright actually, but not pursuing schooling of any type. So we hung out a lot and became good friends and that's when I started turning loose. Well we smoked a ton of weed, drank a bit and started doing psychedelics like acid. Then we discovered the rave scene. Taking ecstasy was something else. We partied hard - Weed, Ecstasy, LSD, Special K and sometimes PCP and Shrooms. Of course drinking also. Tried heroin like 3 times (snorting it) and wasn't a fan. We never did coke much either. Just those four things mainly. But I cost myself like 7 years of my life - partying like it was my job. And hurting my folks. I'll always wonder what would have happened if I just took a year off, did few drugs, and then went back to school. I always had potential and smarts and a high IQ. But drugs. Time lost now.
Nobody that was part of the core crew died though. A couple acquaintances did die. It was always heroin. One guy who was a bit more than an acquaintance also passed. Heroin. The ironic thing about his death is that he was sent to military school because he was partying too much. He picked up heroin from the fucking military school. He didn't pick it up from hanging out with us. He came back home to visit, brought some dope with him, hung out at my friends house and died choking on his vomit. Sad