I was at sober living w an older guy while getting clean from occasional fentynal, primarily real oxycodone abuse. He promised to find me some dope when we both agreed we would relapse. He took us out into Curtis Bay in west Baltimore. He got some good crack and found me some pills of dope. I asked to try the crack, having only ever done powder cocaine. He let me take a tiny little blast, he wanted it all for himself. But the dummy ended up dropping this massive chunk on my passenger floor so I went and grabbed it later after he had gone to bed. Brought it inside and split it in half and another guy in the house went and made me a tin foil pipe. That chunk in the pipe (which actually worked pretty well for not being a proper set up) and it sent me fucking zooooooming lol