Nope.
Never did the drugs. I have a hard enough time trying to keep my absurdly busy mind reigned in without intoxicants. I rarely drink, when I do, the circumstances have to meet my crazy criteria that includes being certain I'm not needed to handle some unforeseen emergency during my inebriation. That's not to say I haven't been piss drunk though... I've been wrecked plenty of times. I had a brief period in my early 20s of regular social drinking and hanging out in bars, but I was young, stupid, and in terrifyingly good shape. The novelty wore off after seeing enough stupid shit.
Never got into weed at all. First time I tried it was a total dud. Second and third times were a mix of silly fun and mildly uncomfortable side effects. I've tried to get into now that it's legal. Makes sense on paper with my glaucoma and other conditions. Got hooked up with a fairly large goodie bag from a friend. Had a few goes at it that were ok, but the last one was just that... the last one. Our adopted son brought home some shit from the dispensary that he insisted was the greatest a couple of months ago. So on a Saturday night we proceeded to give it go...
Now, being a total n00b and clueless, and having never used a bong, I took a monster hit. A freaking monster hit, followed by a few smaller hits. Next thing I know, I'm am in bed, curled up in the fetal position balling my brains out while having the worst anxiety attack of my life by a magnitude of at least 10. That's saying something for someone who was taking two different Antianxiety medications daily for decades. It was the worst experience I've ever had that didn't involve blood or broken bones. I was locked in and helpless for hours. Was having either flashes of suppressed memories or just manufactured ones. Either way they were relentless and awful.
No thanks. I'll pass from now on. No problem with others doing it. Knock yourself out, but that shit ain't for me. Nah, no.