DOSE:
smoked
Cannabis
smoked
PCP
BODY WEIGHT:
113 lb
It was so fuckin strange beyond words. Two of my friends arive at my house telling me that they have a joint of dust. I throw down 10 and got in on it.
The joint had a distinct chemical smell and taste. We get in the car and drive to a lot and light up. After the first couple of hits, things started to get sloppy (drunk like feel). As I got more and more into it things started to move SLOOOOW. My audio/visual senses were moving at a snail like pace. When we were finished, I didnt feel good, I didnt feel bad, I was nothing, my mind was nothing. (like most) I had the misconception that 'when you smoke PCP you turn into a fucking crazy maniac and kill people'. It was the complete opposite, I was so chill and spaced out. I didnt have a care in the world.
As the night went on the high changed, could you even call it a high? Whatever was said to me could not be understood, I also could not remember my telephone number and shit like that. We went to 7-11 and I got apple pie. I dont know why but there was something drawing me to that apple pie, in my mind I NEEDED that apple pie. Didnt eat it but I saved it. We got back to my friends house and I thought they wanted me to leave because I kept on hearing the word 'home'. So I ran, of course in the wrong direction. Left all my stuff at my friends house.
Running was amazing on PCP, I felt like superman or the flash (whoever runs fast like a robot). Never got tired, I stopped at a church to admire a statue of a mother and a baby. So here I was, in a strange part of town, no wallet, cell phone or Ipod, on PCP, armed only with an apple pie, and then a cop pulls up... He said something to me out of the car, I just gave him a blank stare. In my mind I somehow knew he wasnt going to do shit or at least I wasnt going to do shit. After 5 mins of staring, he just drove off. I started to think what of I've done, it took way too long to 'think'. The pig came back on foot this time, he was with his partner. They wanted to inspect the apple pie, no joke. They kept asking about the pastry I had (maybe they thought it was drugs or something), to reply I would hold the apple pie to them. I eventually got in the car (no cuffs). Drove for a REALLY long time. They were having a conversation, all I could remember were words like 'weather' and 'street'. They asked for my information, I lied about most of it except my address. My vision went from blurry to foggy during this whole ordeal. The car stopped and the doors opened. Before I even realized it, I was at home, They were giving me a ride! They drove away before I could thank them. I then entered my house.
It was dark, I was having MAJOR hallucinations. The digital clocks made look like pieces of time were floating around. I was seeing landscapes when I squinted my eyes. I started to come back to reality within hours. I started to think things like 'what have I done'. I wanted to take some K-pins, to chill me out. But when I looked online about it it was a no go. I finally fell asleep at around 5am. The whole night seemed to take days in time to pass.
Overall, I wouldnt say PCP is a good or bad drug. But boy is it FUCKING STRANGE. I would do it again. In fact, I want more right now. I think what draws people to the drug is the mental 'escape'.
If drugs were a moon, PCP would be the half unlit.
Exp Year: 2006ExpID: 55898 Gender: Male Age at time of experience: Not Given Published: Nov 16, 2017Views: Not Supported [ View PDF (to print) ] [ View LaTeX (for geeks) ] [ Swap Dark/Light ]
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