Man, the 90s hit different.

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Wed, 16 Apr 2025 00:22:12 +0000
Real Stories

Back when summer break felt like a lifetime and the only thing we cared about was dialing in dirt jumps and riding our busted BMX bikes until the streetlights came on. We had this spot just outside town — we called it The Ridge. It wasn’t much, just homemade ramps, packed dirt trails, and a circle of lawn chairs that had seen better days. But to us, it was our personal X-Games and therapy session rolled into one.

That’s where it happened — my first time getting high.

Now, I wasn’t the...