Poetic Obituaries: I remember sitting in a shisha [hookah pipe] bar

in Knightsbridge with about seven other people having a drink when I was, for the first time, offered drugs--pills, to be more specific. It didn't even cross my mind to say no. I took three pills that night and I remember fondly even now stopping dead in my tracks in the middle of Hyde Park, as we were on our way to another bar, to write a poem. The people I was with thought me mad.

from Daily Mail: How drugs snuffed out Freddy McConnel's brilliant young life--told in his own vividly moving words

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