I only ever had it twice. The first time me and a buddy grew a pretty decently large patch of P.S. and when we collected we had about a golf ball sized lump each. I was so excited I could not even contain myself. But my buddy decided (probably watched too much breaking bad) to turn his into heroin. He followed step by step procedures, meanwhile I am in the corner absolutely blitzed smoking my opium watching him self destroy his stash trying to tell him to quit while he is ahead. He got so bothered with me telling him that he said: "Fine! then when I turn this into H you don't get ANY!" I told him if I wanted H I would just go next door to our dealers apartment LOL. He wasn't happy about that.
Anyways he finally got his product into what should be morphine and it was such a small amount of powder, and I was not sure if you could sniff it or shoot it the way he made it, but it seemed like such a waste. When he saw how little the yield was he knew he didn't have enough to make more than like 1 hit of heroin. So he stopped there and got high on the morphine.
The thing that pissed me off the most was he was acting all holier than thou the whole time telling me how he was going to make all this heroin blablabla and how I couldn't have any, then he kept pestering me for my share. I actually gave him a pretty decent sized pinch because I felt bad for him and wanted him to at least try it. But this entitled mother fucker said that he deserved half of my share because we both grew them. To this day I could not believe he said that. Anybody else think that is a shitty attitude? I am sharing what I have left over and he demands half of all that I have left. Greedy son of a bitch.
The second time I had it was when I visited Hong Kong. They have a great drug scene (just DO NOT get caught) at first they tried to sell me some bunk shit, but since I grew my own I knew what the looks, smell, and consistency were like so I called him out on it and started walking away. He started running after me, "no no no no wait pleas please!!!" He was this wacky guy from Bangladesh. And he said he could get me much better more "more better please sir, I say you more better... please follow me." So he took me down this fucking sketchy as FUCK alley way into an apartment building into a room that I swear was barely bigger than a closet with no windows, just a Chinese guy sitting at a computer. He only spoke Cantonese (I can speak mandarin I studied in college that was kind of why I went). So they seemed to be fighting back and forth my guess was he didn't like that a 6 foot 1 ~200 lbs american who looked like a bearded special forces operator in his room asking to buy drugs. LOL
Well they settled down, and then the desk he was sitting at propped open and the monitor and everything on the desk was bolted down and a hollow space was underneath (it was pretty clever). Then he grabbed a silver metal briefcase (yes just like the ones you would see in movie lol) and inside was my wet dream. Damn near every type of drug imaginable. I first spotted the Opium which was cheap as hell. Then I saw some triad gold... heroin fresh out of the golden triangle (real powerful shit). They even warned me this not like like anything you have in America before, be careful. I got like 4 grams of it for peanuts! Drugs were SO damn cheap there. Well, opiates were, I was thinking about getting some coke and ex but the coke was retardedly expensive and the E was like 25 U.S. dollars a piece so I only got 4 of those. But after that I tipped the middleman 20 USD and asked him to take me to the best Indian restaurant in the area and a pharmacy I could buy rigs at.
The opium was exactly the same as I remembered so nothing new there. But the dope... the dope was sooooooooo fire. I mean when you injected it there was this taste all around your tongue that was so much more powerful and assertive than U.S. dope and a VERY pungent smell. OMG that stuff was insane sooooooo fucking good, It took me the rest of the month to finish my supply because of how strong it was and I know this was risky but I brought about 7/10ths of a gram with me (prison luggage wrapped in three condoms). For the flight home because I couldn't be in WD during a total of 43.7 hours worth of total flying including layover in Japan I had also picked up some xanax from a pharmacy for the flight. Lasted me all the way to America where I got rid of everything before going through customs. It was the best 43.7 hours I can remember in a looooong time. I mean I just got to sit around get high watch movies and eat food for two days straight without having to worry about a damn thing.
Sorry about the length of the post I was just getting nostalgic that was an amazing experience.