Not smoking weed reminds me of this book I read when I was a little kid. Flowers for Algernon. It was about this retarded rat named Algernon and his retard pal. They made a movie called 'Charlie' from the book. They give the rat and Cliff Robertson some kind of drug or operation that straightens them out and they become geniuses but there's a catch at the end. They either both die or become retarded again. And I think a one-armed man killed Cliff Robertson's wife.
I’ve never read weird sht like that. The first book I read independently was “The Amphibian Man” by Alexander Belyaev. I was 9. Great read. After that I read my parents’ entire library.