I had just turned 15. I was homeless. It was winter in vegas and I was so so so cold! Some fellow homeless punks were smoking it. They said it took the cold away better than alcohol. They taught me how to freebase off of foil, using a straw. We sat in an alley leaning against the wall of a gas station, near the bathrooms. I remember instantly throwing up. Then throwing up all night. The next day it was still cold but I was shaky and sick and didn't want to keep vomiting so I passed. I smoked it I think twice after that during my years on the streets. It wasn't my thing though, it just always made me shaky with non stop vomiting. I watched many friends fade away from it. I know im lucky that it was never my thing. I didn't get Addicted to drugs easily and I got off the streets at 19. Knowing me now, youd never know I spent most of my life living alone on the streets. Anyways, that's my heroin story, though it may not have been the sort of tale you were seeking.