“Dance the twist!” they said. I did. “Come on, ask me to do anything,” I pleaded. “You want me to take my shirt off?” I did. Glancing at each other nervously, my friends started to realize something had gone seriously haywire. “You want me to quack like a duck? I can quack like a duck!” And I did. “You want me to swallow this whole bottle of aspirin?” And I did. Suddenly, the way they were looking at me sank in. They were scared to death. And suddenly, so was I—the dangers of what I’d done were staring us all in the face. I ran into the bathroom and quickly made myself vomit, then couldn’t
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