it was amazing. like heaven.
Pretty much this. Smoking.
I had snorted it a handful of times and kinda liked the speedy feel and ability to work like mad, stay up, etc. I just wasn't overwhelmed by it.
Then a buddy/slinger of mine was at my place. We were standing in the kitchen and he was like, "You snort your shards?!? What the fuck is wrong with you?" He gave me a pipe, showed me how to do the warm it without touching it, turn it to liquid, let it start smoking, then roll it and hit it, thing.
I tried and didn't get it quite right the first couple times. Had that, "is this all there is to it?", moment..... 3rd time... I nailed it. I remember staring up at the top of the fridge, seeing a bright, constant flash of white light, and genuinely feeling like I was THERE/HOME. One of those pure ecstasy moments where there's nothing but you and the drug and it's perfect.
I looked at my buddy and he was just standing there, smiling. Knowing exactly how I was feeling for the first time.
The next 10-12 months were beautiful in ways. I shot and smoked that shit to no end. I also destroyed the life I had worked really hard to make for myself.
With all that in mind, I'm not sure I would trade my insanely pleasurable experiences with that drug in exchange for my previous life/setup back in return. It was that powerful. Scary. Lovely. Awful drug.