You can totally ignore this post if you'd like, because I don't take pleasure in the thought of people reliving horrible memories related to drug addiction for my own satisfaction, but PCP is possibly the drug that fascinates me the most, in that everybody knows a guy who knows a guy who's done it, but can't tell you much about it. Even the internet is sparse on real info, do you mind indulging my curiosity about what PCP is really like, be it the effects of the drug, or just some stories? I'm not sure I could ever find the stuff if I wanted to, much less make such a habit out of it I could become addicted.
Thanks for showing interest, and I do truly appreciate the consideration. I'm more than willing to discuss it seeing as how I only danced with it in comparison to how I once took opiates, and as such, it doesn't hold the same emotional weight over me. Feel free to skip the first few paragraphs if you want to skip the back-story and get to the good stuff.
I was unable to procure any cannabis for a little while, so my dealer brought me to meet an individual at the most rundown and notorious "drug building" in my neighborhood. I picked up what was slightly less than an ounce, and upon inspection, immediately noticed the unusual, crystal-like sheen which it had, and the hardened texture of it. When smoked, the first abnormal thing which I noticed was the taste, it was quite musky and basement-esque. Initially it smelt just like regular cannabis, however after several days my room smelt like a mix between raw sewer fumes and feces, a smell which took weeks to dissipate, and remained in my nostrils even when I was away.
When I first indulged in PCP, I didn't notice any remarkably distinct effects: it felt akin to a cannabanoid-induced high, however I did notice soon thereafter that I was experienceing very strong dissociative effects; entire shifts at work, my daily commute, conversations had, most anything which occurred while under the influence was lost in a foggy haze. Most distinctly, my eyes were a bloodshot red, something which cannabis doesn't typically do to me. While these effects may seem atypical of cannabis, they aren't for me, and progressively deviated from my well-known state of being.
After a week or so, I noticed intense withdrawal symptoms when I didn't smoke early, forcing me to consume at an early hour to settle the illness. The smell didn't help matters, and neither did my progressively worsening dizziness. The visual distortions started soon after that, when the normally straight horizontal lines on my walls began to bleed and ripple, and the seasonal lights which adorned my room flickered and glowed unusually and sporadically.
My co-ordination began getting worse at this period, tumbling around like a drunk each and every day. My tolerance also grew, requiring me to smoke more than I ever previously had. This event catalyzed into a series of vivid, overpowering, slightly traumatic hallucinations which led to me dropping the drug entirely.
One summer afternoon, myself and a friend were sitting on the edge of our city's escapement, a place where youth commonly converge. We both smoked the laced cannabis out of a bong (or more correctly, a zong), and after approximate fifteen minutes, perceived to be entirely immersed by another world. I lay back, looking up at the tree which was rooted in front of me, but hung over my head. I was, seemingly, instantaneously launched into a a CRT Television world. I could feel the presence of the fauz-wood sidings around me, despite not actually seeing them. My vision had horizontal lines which trailed down, there was a buzzing noise within my head, and the entirety of the sky was a solid light blue.
<I will progress hoping you have knowledge of older-era home game consoles, specifically the Atari 2600 and Nintendo 64> The aforementioned tree was now stylized in a fashion similar to the 2600 version of Donkey Kong, being out of proportion and almost unrecognizable. It had a gnarled face to it, not all unlike The Great Deku Tree of Zelda fame, and several smaller duplicated of this tree scrolled by, connected like paper snowflakes.
After snapping out of that visual, I found my self once again perceiving the real world, however, my vision was thrust from my eyes, and I was now viewing myself and my friend from approximately 4 feet away. At this point I was experiencing full dissociation, having a complete out of body experience. I was overwhelmed, and had I not been so high, I would have likely had a panic attack. My vision then panned around, and I could see two distinct images, two point of view, without disrupting each other. My initial perspective remained the same, whilst the newer secondary one was that of a N64-era Lakitu (from behind). The two different images changed and shifted around separately, until they slowly dissipated and my regular vision, by and large, returned. I didn't touch PCP after that. After a week of being bedridden, the odor of decay it left still lingered, but when I finally stepped outside I felt rejuvenated for the first time in upwards of a month.
I realize how fanciful this may all sound, but I assure you that, while I was the only one to perceive it, that I have not falsified these events. What's quite odd about the whole event is that I'm not even a big fan of the Mario series games. I hadn't even played one prior to then in several years. Dormant memories find their way out with the right provocation, and on that day, they most certainly did.