I was hangin' out with some friends a few years back. You know, the kind of friends that knows people that knows people that sells drugs. (or if you're American; the friend that sells drugs.)
We were kind of short on company so I called a guy I barely knew and asked him to come and bring some friends. He came with one classmate and we ended up having a great time. No drugs or alcohol involved.
A few months later he messaged me saying thanks for introducing him to these people and that it led to him getting to know quite a lot of people.
Today he drinks, smokes and gets impulse tattoos. He did neither of these before this event.
Fuck yeah. I'm a horrible person.