Ah man, I remember when I first inhaled. I was at a party and there was this off looking clown performing magic tricks, feeling daring I volunteered to be part of the classic "box cut in half trick" I had to lie down on this cot like platform and the magician's assistants fastened belts on my hands and the bottom of my chin for what I assumed was for added realism. This is when things started to go south, the magician pulled out a pocket knife and a cigaret and when I instinctively tried to get away, I realized that the belts effectively made me immobile. He kneeled down at my exposed throat and proceeds to sniff it profusely. He then took the blade and slit my throat just a little bit. Then, in one fluid motion he stuck the cigaret in my breached throat and lit it, creating a suffocating sensation throughout my body. As the cigaret discharged what appeared to be blue smoke, the magician gently leaned into my ear and whispered "welcome to the liquid police" luckily he let me go after security arrived and I've had a phobia of magic ever since. Never smoke