“red bug pot” or “synthetic xyz”.
No idea what those are either.
I vividly remember sitting in my HS driver’s ed class, the day they ran the Horrible Teenage Car Wrecks Film, and the girl next to me leaned over, for no apparent reason and whispered that she and her boyfriend had been ‘smoking parsley laced with embalming fluid”.
On the bright side, the teacher assumed my audible reaction to that revelation was caused by the gory dismemberment on the screen.
Weird how stuff like that sticks with you for so long.
When I was 11 or so, my 8th grade teacher aunt gave me “Go Ask Alice” to read.
I was traumatized by that book.
If she meant to dissuade me from *ever* touching drugs, it worked.
Too well.
I have a phobia of them still.
I remember hippies saying they smoked banana peels, but I think that was a hoax.
At 11 it may work. At 16 it backfires.
I read “Go Ask Alice” in Junior High too.
I had the same reaction. We also watched some episodes of Dragnet in Heath class to show us the dangers of drugs.
They might have been dated but Sgt. Friday scared me too.