DOSE:

smoked

PCP

BODY WEIGHT:

185 lb

I found a dime bag of what I perceived to be weed outside of a fast food restaurant in Late May/Early June (when I think back on it now though, it looked more like parsley mixed with tobacco, but I was not a very experienced smoker at the time). Out of total boredom following an exam later that month, I decided to roll a joint out of it and smoke it. I had no friends around that day, but I felt like getting high anyway. I went behind an old abandon building near my house and proceeded to smoke it there. I smoked about 3/4ths of it before I saw a couple of cyclist’s pass by the building, so I quickly threw the rest away and acted like I was having a cigarette. Then, I walked out from behind the building and proceeded to walk a route towards the local video store.

Less than one minute into walking out from behind the building, I started to feel severely fucked up. As I continued to make the walk, I started to realize that what I had smoked was much more potent and powerful than marijuana could ever be. The thing I remember the most on that walk was how everything began to feel as though it was slanted on an angle and my vision tunneled. Everything looked slanted and even if I walked on level ground, it felt as though I was walking either uphill or downhill exclusively. It felt as though the world around me was moving ever slow slightly and tilted on an angle. No actual visual or audio hallucinations to speak of (at least none I can remember), but a total loss of a feeling of balance, even though my body was in full control. As I got closer and closer to the video store, I began to get scared and actually shouted the word 'Help' two or three times. This panicking was a result of a fear if the trip would continue to get more severe and fears of not making it back home. I managed to calm down and walk, continually fucked up the rest of the way. As I walked towards the door, I saw my mother's car parked outside and started to panic once again. There was no way in hell I could ever act non fucked up in the state I was in to face her, so before she saw me, I ran next door into a fast food restaurant and went straight for the bathroom.

I grabbed hold of a sink and dunked my head repeatedly in cold water. I felt better. As soon as I left the bathroom, the feeling immediately returned, so I walked out of the restaurant and ran home. As I ran, I could feel very little strain on my lungs or legs, if any at all. I eventually stopped running, but I did not have to catch my breath once I stopped and did not feel tired and was easily able to start running again afterwards. When I did run, my vision would escape the 'tunnel' feeling (or K-hole, so I'm told now) and flat line back to normal, but everything around me while I ran appeared to be travelling slower than normal, like I was watching an instant reply. My mouth and throat were dry as fuck.

When I got home, I went straight for some cola and I relaxed on the couch and watched TV and the experience started to get a lot better. I still felt severely fucked up, but I felt safe. I listened to music during that time and felt connected to the music like I had in no other way before, particularly when I listened to trippier music like The Stooges or Dead Kennedys. I cannot really describe the feeling one gets in that instance, it is something you have to experience for yourself, but it is probably the best part about such a trip.

All in all, the actual trip lasted about 6-8 hours. However, when I woke up the next day, I still felt fucked up. Nothing like I had been during the actual trip, but I could still feel the light-headedness and total relaxed feeling when I walked. I expected it to wear off in a couple of hours, but all in all, it took about 4-5 days before I felt completely 'normal' again. Don't get me wrong, it was not an overwhelming feeling during that time, but it still felt like I was fucked up.

After doing my own research on various drugs and their effects and reading other accounts, I have come to the conclusion that whatever it was I smoked was laced with PCP. Looking back on the experience, I feel as though experiencing a trip of such was a relief more than anything else, because I was always dead scared of ever trying a hallucinogenic drug. I am, in fact, still scared of trying LSD to this day because I have never experienced any strong visual hallucinations before, but not nearly as scared as I was before and feel as though I will try it and other drugs like it in the future. Since that time, I have felt two subtle 'flashbacks' if you will (nothing that I regret feeling, mind you), one of which was while I was working (I was working as a busboy at the time and felt overtired) and the other of which was after eating at a Greek restaurant (is their any spices or oil's in Greek food that cause such things? It felt great, mind you, but I was tunneling all night after that).

In retrospect, I felt as though my experience on PCP was pretty indifferent. I would not recommend trying it unless you are prepared to feel fucked up for a few days afterwards and unless you are somewhere where you feel completely comfortable of your settings. Despite the fear and paranoia that came over me when it fully kicked in, I chalk that up to the setting and circumstances more than the actual drug itself and do not regret mistakenly smoking it at all. It had many cool parts to it and I learned quite a bit about tripping when I was on it. Would I do it again? Probably not, but at the very least, it has made me interested in trying other hallucinogens that are associated with less potential danger than PCP and even at it’s worst, it never ever felt anywhere near as “bad” as I ever thought it would.

Exp Year: 2000	ExpID: 3794
Gender: Male
Age at time of experience: Not Given
Published: Aug 17, 2001	Views: 23,740
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