I know two little bits about fentanyl. One, a derivative of it was what the Russians used to incapacitate everyone in the theater terrorist attack. Second one, they had my dad on an IV drip. He was adamant that there were horns growing out of his head. Anything that would make a guy prefer zero painkillers 8 hours after open heart surgery is pretty scary. And then you want me to melt this and some other crap in a spoon and inject it? Hey, no thanks. Got enough issues with the flue shot needle. Junkies weird.