Smoked PCP 3 times..
The first time, my cousin, I and his ex-girlfriend went to a trap house in South Dallas and bought a $20 vial and 2 "x pills" a piece.
We popped the pills on the spot, mine turned out to be MDxx (beyond the shadow of a doubt, at least.. surprisingly enough..) and we drove back to his house South of Dallas and posted up in the driveway.. we dipped a plain "stick" which is a Swisher sweet with half the tobacco taken out and rerolled so it can fit in the little hole of the vial. we soaked it, and dried it in my AC vent while generally just coming up on our pills, listening to music, talking and getting more and more 'empathogenic' so to speak..
We finally decide to spark it up, taking great care to use the lit end of one of our cigarettes (rap music can teach you things, contrary to popular belief..) and began to smoke. As soon as we lit up, I could smell the "jet fuel" thruout the car..
Anyway, about 2 rotations in, my cousin and I start to experience what can only be described as pure telepathy.. we were talking about events in our childhood that were long forgotten, laughing at how childish we used to be, etc. His girlfriend at the time was completely out of the loop and started to get bad vibes and cry.. We both then focused our attention on getting her out of her "bad trip."
We then decide it's a good idea to go get some heroin, so we drive back up to the trap house and buy .2 g of some tar, and another $20 vial of wet for good measure. we break the heroin down with Benadryl tablets & spit, divvy it up and snort it.. It's then that I begin to lose all control. I'm experiencing such euphoria I actually more or less black out. My cousin meets up with his mom (my aunt) at a local Walgreens to get some money or something, I can't really remember and he warns me not to let her see me, since I'm the most fucked up out of all of them. I pop out anyway and start ranting and raving to her about family ties and family love, what have you.. and we finally get ourselves out of the situation and i drive off.
at this point i'm swerving worse than someone who has just drank a fifth of vodka, so I let my cousin drive.. He rear-ends a car in the hood and speeds off, no damage to my car it turns out.. but I'm freaking out because i think he's just hit a gangster and we're gonna get shot the fuck up.. he confirms to me that it was just an old black lady driving, and we have nothing to fear..
The rest of the night is a blur. we buy some weed, roll a pinner and saturate it in PCP again.. again, I black out even harder. I end up somehow STEALING some black and milds from behind the counter at a local grocery store while his girlfriend distracts the cashier.. at some point I'm flirting with 12 year old black girls in the same grocery store while we eat sandwiches in the cooler of the deli (my cousin was cool with a worker at the store, apparently..) at some point a random black guy is driving my car.. we crash at an abandoned house, and i basically am nodding balls while my cousin fucks his girlfriend 5 feet away, and none of us care.. we both sleep intermittently
i wake up to an old lady telling us she's going to call the cops if we don't GTFO her house.. we leave weed broken up all on one of the picture frames we took down from the wall.. we skurrt off in my, car, and some random black guys wallet is chilling on the back floorboard in my car.. we fill the car up with gas using his debit card, and toss the wallet..
i end up stealing a weed whacker in the morning to pawn for dope, and we end up going on a 3 day heroin binge, stealing and pawning shit left and right..
the story culminates with me trying to get a blowjob from his girlfriend while he's at work, him finding out, me getting arrested for PI and public intoxication and spending 5 days in jail before getting PR bonded. this was in 09. my cousin will not talk to me to this day..
good/terrible times...
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