I remember once, I ran out of weed and I found out my girl at the time was cheating on me with a friend, and I really wanted to get high... but noooooo, I had no money, no weed. I was freaking out, looking for nugs that fell on the ground or empty baggies with some crumbs, check under the couch and... lord have mercy, there was a stamp bag of h. I hadn't done H in a long while and that bag was so fat (more than a point) and so good, I was fucking blasted.
It has to be one of the greatest drug experiences of my life. It's probably the catalyst that super charged my opiate addiction. I just remember being in this state of pure rage then turning to pure joy then turning to pure pleasure in a snap of the fingers... No one I knew did H, so it must have been mine. Must have lost it when I had a bundle and got drunk, something like that.
The other score was when I found 3 stamp bags in a drawer of random shit as I was cleaning it out. I must have bought them drunk or something, cause I would not forget I have dope.
I will also mention finding nugs of weed, but that happens pretty often. I smoke a lot of weed and I tend to buy more even when I have some. Still, an awesome feeling.
EPIC UPDATE! Right after I wrote this I found a box of cuban cigerellos I had thought I lost awhile ago. I'm visiting my dad's, I must have left them here and I guess he must have found them and put them out for me before going to bed a few hours ago... awesome