The first time I went to an Atlanta Narcotics Anonymous meeting, I was scared sh*tless. In a row, sitting in front of me, was a long-hair hippy type, a business-suited salesman, a leather-and-studs tough "Kill You Happily And Spit Out Teeth" biker type, a 16 year old sweet little girl, and an elderly lady doing crochet.
I nearly ran out of the room.
Wow, talk about falling into the rabbit hole. (Alice in Wonderland)