To answer your first question, no, I didn't smoke weed there. What I did do was hit as many so-called literary scenes as possible. What's great about New York is that as soon as you step into the city, you're on a different plane of existence, a higher one. Suddenly you're sharing the streets with people who only exist in magazines or movies. You discover people that you slouch down to read in the library at DePauw actually do exist, and what's more, dress as badly as you do.
Actual people create the fiction of our lives.
Not just books, everything. The movies, the TV shows, the plays, even the subject for them are real in New York. You find out we are really all connected. I'm 22 years old and a realization such as this is enough to alter my perspective, enough to blur it. So I did what anyone my age would do when confronted with heavy thoughts like these.