in an alternate reality, in 1997 i was at a house party hosted by my (dirtbag) boyfriend who NEVER vacuumed his bedroom. folks were hanging out in the bedrooms for the drugs, then coming out in the kitchen for drinks, basement for dancing, etc. i was in his room, rolling joints and a few dudes came in to smoke some meth. one of them dropped his baggie and two small pieces fell out, onto the nasty ass carpet. all three of them immediately dropped to the ground to start combing the shaggy shitshow of a floor. they eventually decided that one of them had "found" a piece of the meth and so they popped it into a pipe. let's just say from their coughing it wasn't what they were looking for. that was the moment i decided that i would never smoke anything other than weed. they were literally acting like fiends and it was pretty disturbing to sit back and watch.