A Bomb in my Head
Citation:   Scotticus. "A Bomb in my Head: An Experience with PCP (exp11939)". Erowid.org. Jan 25, 2008. erowid.org/exp/11939

3 bowls smoked PCP
I have been an avid drug user for over 3 years now. I have consumed almost every mind altering substance there is. this is a particular event that happened almost a year ago.

It started out as a mission. (my buddies and I have always called drug plans missions because thats what it feels like when you are stoned out of your mind.) D and I were cruising around our small town when I ran into one of my old dealers. he was stumbling around mumbling incoherent things while waving a small vile around in our faces. he walked with us for a bit and proceeded to lead us to someones back yard that held a table and a few chairs. we asked him if he could get us a gram of weed, but instead he pulled out the viles again and started mumbling about dust. at this point I was very confused because the stuff in the viles looked more like wet parsley than anything in a dust-like form.

I dont know where my rational thinking went, but since he was so messed up, I figured I should give it a try. he emptied one of the viles into a small metal bowl and gave me the first hit. MY GOD! this stuff tasted horrible, almost comparable to smoking WD40. despite the taste, D and I kept smoking until three empty viles lay on the table. my dealer got up, and left with our 20 bucks, but i really didnt care at this point.

I looked at D and he looked at me. we couldnt move. we just stared at eachother with such a blank, unnerving look in our eyes. then, with all my might, I tried to stand. but it didnt work. I tried again and finally I stood. D stood with me and we stared at each other again. his head was tilted to the side and his mouth was hanging open. I asked if he was alright and then i started laughing so hard that i couldnt say anything at all. D still stood in the same place with the same stupid look. I looked at my watch and realized that I had to go get a ride to my friends party. so I said goodbye to D and gave him a hug because I thought he was going to die.

I took off through a small alley, grabbed my bike and started riding. I didnt have any coordination whatsoever. I was stunned with fear. I was confused. my mind was trapped in my head. it was horrible. I almost got hit by several cars but eventually made it to my friends apartment.

I looked out the window as we drove to the party. the trees kept morphing into other trees and they would shoot out at me in still life. I ended up at the party a complete mess. everyone left me alone and I fell asleep in some tent thingy. I woke up in the middle of the night, got drunk, and fell asleep again. needless to say, pcp rocked my world.

Exp Year: 2001ExpID: 11939
Gender: Male 
Age at time of experience: Not Given
Published: Jan 25, 2008Views: 3,452
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