Word. I've only fucked with it a few (30+, but I'm oldish) times because I'm not a stim lover and because I wanted more more more after it ran out. Didn't get more, but I don't need that in my life. My personality is addictive enough.
The last few times, I got pretty good stuff from a pretty functional crackhead in my hood, and the rock WAS good, but that was enough to keep me away from it.
Way too fiendy for me. Added to that, the whole process of melting and smoking is something that I don't need.
I'm a bit OCD when it comes to processes necessary to do drugs; snorting, smoking or shooting. So I kept myself away from those if I can. If you're at all as OCD/fiendy about methods of ingestion, you'll probably want to avoid it.
The only reason I didn't continue with my last mini-binge was that my friendly ol' (and he was old: 75!) got taken away to a state hospital for the old and destitute. Still miss that cat. He was the one cool crackhead I've ever known. Great stories. Hope they're treating him well.