A long time ago, in my early twenties, I was at a party - a real honest to goodness straight up bacchanalia that would have made Keith Richards storm out in disgust - and people were mainlining heroin. They asked me if I wanted a hit, and I said "No. I'm afraid of the needle. It's too dangerous."

That's when the dude who brought it spoke up and said "Well, you're in luck. This stuff is very clean, pure enough to snort and get off."

So I did a line. About 20 minutes later a warm fuzzy euphoria enveloped me like an angel floated down from Heaven and wrapped me in it's wings. All I could think about for 2-3 weeks afterwards was getting some more. Good thing I didn't know any dealers at the time or I would have, and without a doubt I would have gotten strung out.