You don't have to pretend very much, Hinsdale was a LONG way from Old Town, and that I didn't pick up one or more communicable STDs is a source of constant wonder.
I was always there to help others on a bad trip, 'cause I didn't try whatever was the chemical of the moment. I'd noticed, quickly, that they weren't performance enhancers.
50 years, and there is still guilt. It's not, actually, very funny, now. Perhaps joining the Corps of Marines was an act of atonement.