People have that inherent drive to alter consciousness, whether through bespoke chemicals intelligently designed and synthed by accomplished chemists crafting neurochemical novelty as in the headiest days of the RC scene, or whether its volatile solvents copped from a utility shed because of availability and huffed just off the main strip in a place most people never set foot, you have humans altering the way they feel for just a little bit. Sometimes it is truly miraculous, sometimes it's hard to comprehend, and sometimes it's sad and relateable.
I've done a lot of drugs over the years, some I'd not recommend to others but plenty I'd gladly share. Glad I never took too much to huffing more than a few times with duster and brake cleaner I sprayed on rag in my parents' basement. I had a moment of realization that the euphoric dissociation from it was probably not a good feeling to chase given how filthy the rag looked. I'm fortunate I had access to better drugs and enough protective factors to make sure I didn't have to rely on whatever was available during the times I would have done just about anything.