This is your Brain on Drugs (short story)
Lisa walked through her doromitory hallway, inadvertently overhearing Derek and John's dialogue through a door that she instantly wanted to break down and bulldoze out of existence. "I already feel a buzz," she heard one of them declare, "and it's barely even been a minute." Lisa lifted her hand, preparing to knock, but her hand remained poised in front of the door as she heard the echo of the other boy's response. "That's not a buzz. That's called breathing. This stuff makes breathing feel better. It makes everything feel better." Aghast, Lisa stood silently and still. For the first time, she didn't want them to hear her, though they never seemed to hear her when she wanted them to. Suddenly the boys' worn out dormitory door seemed symbolic. How could such a barrier build up between people who used to actually enjoy each other's company? Emersed in trepdiation, Lisa felt herself begin to break down. She considered turning u