Now I've heard everything.
Actually promoting Huffing Glue
You should be ashamed of yourself.
My closest cousin is the son of a painter. He worked with his father a couple of summers as a teenager. He's told me of only too many times both he
and his father would find themselves high just from normal breathing with some of the chemicals in the paints they used in those years. It wasn't something you sought consciously.
And I can remember those classic mimeograph machines in school, the ones that printed in the purplish ink, and which had something in that ink that could make you a little high without really trying to be.
I don't think roamer was actually promoting a huffing glue high, any more than I'm suggesting let's all go out, find one of those old mimeo machines, ink it up, and get buzzed.
I do know a story about one division in the New York Police Department, told in the biography of whistleblower cop Frank Serpico: one morning, while discussing how to recognise marijuana use, the desk sergeant actually passed a couple of joints around so the officers could get themselves a closer idea. As the desk sergeant intoned, "You will note its pungent aroma," one of the cops passing one of the joints whispered to his buddy next to him, "Hey, this is real good sh@t!"