Actually, scary. I had cancer at the time and would spend time with her after chemo. One day that I shouldn't stop the nausea. She suggested we smoke. While her boyfriend was next door, she packed their bowl. I was having fun until I wasn't. I was so out of it. Then a friend of ours tried to SA me and that's when her boyfriend came home and found us. We had smoked out of the pipe they just used for heroin and there was some still at the bottom. I nearly blacked out. They got me food. And in a bit, I was better. Became a big stoner, but that was the only time with the herion. Later, though, because of chronic pain, I was prescribed high-end opiods. Was on those for years. Then stopped because I hated how messed up I was. Tired of living like that.