I smoked cannabis for nearly 20 years. Here’s what I wish I knew at 13.

When I was a teenager in Upstate New York, I passed joints the way other kids passed notes in class. Friday nights behind the bleachers with my friends felt like the only place I could exhale, an escape from the chaos waiting at home. We walked on eggshells, bracing for the next eruption from my fat...

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