Baraka Fobes, the rich kid with the designer drug making father and the folk-electric artist mother hears you have a bag of Slads. He wants them bad. He offers you a straight trade. How 'bout one single magic hit of heroin? This a a magical stash and the effects last for three days. You have three days off school for the Foundation Day holiday so you accept. You snort the thin line of powder after school and you feel so fucking good! You keep drifting in and out of a deep dream filled sleep for 16 hours before you are really able to get up and interact with the outside world. Your still very bombed the entire time off. You never do H again but you always remember that magical glowing weekend.
When you next see Baraka he grins and thanks you. He says he shared the chips with his parents over the holiday vacation and he even sold two chips to a neighbor for four hundred bucks! You slap hands and cheer.