Morphine and Morrissey (my first experience with Morphine)
It's a rather subjective question, the first experience that came to mind is my first experience with Morphine. A friend and I drove up to Hollywood from San Diego for no particular reason, I didn't want to go because I was supposed to work but my friend told me he had some morphine pills that he would only give to me if I went with him, so I told all my guitar students I was sick, that was easy, off we went.
In hindsight I was pretty dumb, I was in my early twenties and loved Vicodin, friend told me I'd love these pills better. I don't remember the strength, I didn't have any kind of habit at the time and I didn't research drugs obsessively back then like I do now. We got to Hollywood and my friend gave me the pills, I took two of them and swallowed them immediately, thought nothing of it. We went for a walk down Sunset Blvd. Stopped in at Amoeba Records for a second, but there were too many records and we were too broke so we left, I'd forgotten I'd taken the pills.
We went to some restaurant and had a beer (dumb) and a little bit of food. The vibe of Hollywood people talking business all around us was fascinating to me and a little intimidating. I was feeling warm from the Heineken I'd chugged, but wait, this was a different kind of warmth, almost like I was being stabbed with a bunch of needles all at once while being simultaneously warm and terrified. I started to feel very nauseous. My friend pointed behind me and sure enough Morrissey (yes, that Morrissey, from The Smiths) was sitting across the room. At first I doubted my friend, I was a bit preoccupied with this strange feeling that was overtaking me, but it turned out he was right. I didn't care by then, I went to the bathroom cuz I was afraid I was going to throw up, dry heaved, nothing came up. I came out of the bathroom still feeling nauseous, friend had gotten Morrissey's autograph, Morrissey was walking back to his table as I came out of the bathroom, I walked right by Morrissey and I was terrified that I was going to throw up all over this hip little restaurant off Sunset Blvd.
I convinced friend to leave with me, I thought I was going to die for about thirty minutes. We walked around till I felt better, then we went to a coffee shop and I sat down and noticed I couldn't feel my limbs, I was numb, but extremely relaxed, felt amazing, like jacuzzi jets were running through my veins, I would have sat in that chair for eternity, I'd never felt so content and warm, it was perfection. We'd reached a less glamorous part of Sunset but I could care less, I'd found an internal paradise. Friend kept on going on about Morrissey and destiny and how it was all some kind of divine sign from above that good things were on the way, I didn't care, I would have been just as happy if he'd told me were about to be runover by a truck.
After that friend wanted to go back to SD so I got in his car and just listened to Stevie Wonder albums till we got back home, most euphoric car ride of my life. My friend had been taking M regularly and had a tolerance and could function fine (thank god). I was basically sober by the time I got home but I could feel that subtle warmth and euphoria for the rest of the night. I kept begging my friend to give me more Morphine pills but he said he was out (I'm sure he just saved his last few for himself, I'd have done the same thing.)
That was it, I'll never forget that feeling, it kicked Vicodin's ass. I'm high on Morphine right now and feel pretty damn good but there is nothing like the first time. I've always loved Morrissey's voice but he was never a hero of mine, when I tell this story to Morrissey fans they lose it and tell me I missed some huge chance to talk to God himself, but I DID talk to God himself, turns out his name is Morphine not Morrissey and he's available in pill form as well as liquid form, he sings the sweetest song I've ever heard but you don't hear it, you just feel it and all is right.