Well I would say at first it was because of my girlfriend at the time, she was really into it, and she made it seem so cool, and I was just head over heels in love with her. So then with her, I started hanging around people that seem to also be into it, and I certainly didn't see anything wrong with the social aspect of it. After that, we agreed that I would try it, so she had a cousin that gave us what he said was his really high-quality stuff, And although I was nervous, it felt really good at the time. Day by day, week by week, we just started doing more and more, and again, neither of us really saw anything wrong with it, we were getting along really well, and everything just seem to click. I can't remember exactly it started going wrong, but I started missing classes, missing work, and really withdrawing from everyone and everything around me except her. And then one night she ended up in the hospital because of it, and all I can do to cope with that was to use more.
Oh wait, that's the story about how I got hooked on drugs, not comics. My bad on that folks.