At least I didn't cut my ear off.
I had a bad experience with absinthe once. I was with a bunch of friends and we went to a flatparty somewhere in Manchester. We were greeted at the door by the lovely girl who lived there who offered us a tray of green shots. Apple Sourz? Don't mind if I do... I remember literally nothing else of the night.
In other news, US bartenders vs. the rest of the world in Simon Difford's Cabinet Room, battling for inclusion in La Fée's definitive guide to absinthe cocktails? Might be time to reacquaint myself with some green fairytales.