| DOSE: |
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insufflated |
PCP
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(powder / crystals) |
After a few drinks, I went downtown to the dance clubs with friends. An hour was enough for me... I've never been into the dance club scene... so I decided to walk home. My town is a hippy town, and I decided to buy a joint to entertain me for the walk home. I approached the nearest cluster of hippie-kids to buy a joint, and a girl offered me some PCP. Stupid mistake number one. The only thing I'd heard about PCP was from an aquaintance who was a jail-guard in the Canadian prairies... told me of a guy who was on PCP in one of the cells and said he'd rip his eye-ball out if someone didn't give him a smoke... nobody gave him a smoke... enough said...
So I bought a dose... it was cheap enough... and I walked a few blocks to a 19th century graveyard. I settled down against an old tombstone, and tried to figure out how to do the chunky white powder. I didn't have any rollies, so I sniffed it. Mistake number two.
Everything after that is a blur. I have only two recollections from there on. The first was a car stopping and two guys getting out asking, 'Dude, are you alright'. I seem to remember they were cops, but if they were, I would have been hauled into the station. My second memory is being in a grove of trees, and thoroughly believing they were people. It was quite a paradox, knowing they were trees but believing they were entities.. I think I was talking to them... How I got to those two locations is a mystery. How I got home safely is even more of a mystery.
I remember a severe dissociative state, and that's about it. I guess you could call it a black-out. My only advice is to avoid PCP like the plague. I could have done anything on that drug, and not remember it. It robbed me of my judgement,memory, and free will. It is, therefore, a very dangerous drug.
