Pharaoh Sphinx
Ex-Bluelighter
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- May 23, 2006
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To start, let me say, in a manner reminiscent of rick james on chapelle show regarding cocaine, "PCP'S A HELLUVA DRUG!". All of which happened once the drug took over is a total nother reality, a total nother 'me', just fuckin crazy egocentric madman activity. This was a 72 hour PCP binge that would rewrite my egos history. This is a long report, if you read this entire thing your quiete possibly just as insane as me.
Ive never done PCP before (or ketamine). Ive never done coca paste before, I have however done cocaine dozen+ times, and crack once. Veteran cannabis smoker.
So 6 years of anticipation. 6 years of hunting. At last, the PCP, the final drug ive ever totally desired to try, the pinnacle of stigma, the icing on the cake of my neurochemical fluxuating career has finally fallen into my hands. It presents itself as approximately 30-40mg of a dull chalky white powder, supposed HCl salt, and no light shimmer to it (visualize flour but a bit more grainy). Im nervous to try it, a drug with a 'stigma' to it like no other drug, perhaps thats why I seek to try it, dont we always wanna do what were told not to?
Im unsure of the dose, despite reading erowid and countless reports. I load up approximately 2-3mg aiming for a threshold, sprinkled into a rolled cigarette, and headout about 5 minute walk into the jungle. I light up, and take a puff. It tastes like 5-MeO-DMT which tastes exactly like crack, but the PCP has an additional 'soapy plastic' like taste and a 'greasy' tongue-touched texture to the smoke. I smoke the entire cigarette to absolutely nothing. I feel kinda weird, I go for a 15 minute walk through jungle trails, and still feel kinda weird, its most likely threshold, but instead I chalk it up to placebo from 6 years of anticipation. In retrospect, having now done higher doses, I would say it was definetly threshold.
Disappointed, I head back to the house. Upon my arrival, I take about 3-fold as much as id just done 25 minutes prior, and loaded it into some sticky icky and twisted up. About 30 minutes since I tried threshold, I put some Tupac and Dr Dre California Love extended version on the stereo and start blastin it. I step out onto the balcony and lightup. The first hit I took tasted considerably stronger as the previous laced cigarette id had, the taste completely overtaking the premium grade chronic I had rolled with it. Before I could even exhale, my right ears hearing suddenly stopped, and my left ear began a mild ringing. I knew at that instant I was gonna be good to go this time. I continued to smoke it, it burned nice and slow, got about 10 hits from it, then halfed the joint, all this takin about 60 seconds. Once id put it out I realised how scrambled I was becoming. Most noticeable was my absurd and instant posture change, it was the most gangsta thing i've ever seen, its like all my joints became completely independant from the others and went their own 'ways'. My feet to knees were straight up, from my knees to hips the thighs leaned back by like 10 degrees, from the hips up to about mid-spine I was leaning back by about 15 degrees, then at mid spine up I was leaning up right. Attempts at walkin around the balcony resulted in the most ghetto gangsta playa pimp strut ive ever composed. I couldnt-NOT walk that way, it just flowed out me. My skin was very warm, I had flushes of warmth running through my entire body. The euphorias intense. It felt like my bones had been converted to jello and I was constantly swaying around, and my brain converted to metal which somone had proceeded to slam with a hammer. This high is far different than I could've ever anticipated. I was anticipating a far more psychedelic/tryptamine/phenethylamine like high, yet this is far more narcotic-like in mentality, thankgod. My ego feels like it does on cocaine. Everyone and everything seems insignificant and miniscule in comparison to me. Im unable to feel 'love' category emotions, or anything profoundly deep for that matter. But I dont care, this shits so ghetto its awesome. My eyes feel very heavy, heavier than just maryjane would promote, yet I look in the mirror and they are wide open, and possibly scarrier looking than even when im on meth. My eyes are moving back and forth horizontally at a phenomenal speed completely overlapping everything I see in my vision, ill see something but cant stop looking away then back at it, repeatedly, 60x a minute, constantly, furiosly, insanity... Its been about 30 minutes? Realisticly maybe 5!? need more PCP!!
I step back out on the balcony with the half joint. The suns set now and darkness is consuming the horizon. With tupac still blasting in the background I ignite the gangsta gas and suck it all back. Im blowing higher and higher. My ego just keeps rising and my fear of dying just keeps plummeting. I can feel pain but it doesnt bother me at all, I pinch myself hard to confirm this. As I finish the joint, my ears are heavily ringing, my mind is racing to insane places, and my bodies just straight groovin to the beats completely on its own. This is my definition of a 'dance' drug, the desire for gangsta rap is immense. I dont know why, but the music was consuming me. I became so 'blown up' that I completely forgot my common sense for Colo living. I got this random insatiable idea to just bounce down outside into the slums and meet some G's, plus I think I was runnin low on chronic for mixing with the PCP. So I twisted up another 5-6mg into a pinner lil joint and headed out the door into the night streets completely stupidly, not taking off my watch or anything I was wearing worth more than the entire family assets of the people I was soon to be in contact with. I did however grab my 9 mil and shoved it into the front of my pants, didint even really conceal it, I didint even question doing this, I shouldve, but I just didint give a fuck. As I was walkin I noticed how incredibly bizarre my movements had become, and apparently so did everyone I walked by, I was walkin almost in a sideways/crab-like manner, and moving in angles vs straight lines yet appeared to be walkin straight forward, my feet were all twisted into totally bizarre directions as I stepped, it felt entirely normal to walk like this, and it didint inconvenience me at all, but it was definetly not correct, and the look in my eyes im sure didint help put anyone who noticed's mind at ease about my current mentality at that moment. I felt invincible, untouchable, arrogant, I wouldve honestly killed anyone who wouldve tried to fuck with me in a heart beat over any little issue, totally messed up, I just couldnt give a shit about absolutely anything except how awesome I felt and how absolutely incredible it felt to just be out strutting around.
At the end of the first block was traffic, it was green, but I didint stop, I walked right into the middle of the intersection flipped some driver the finger and strutted out infront of his car forcing him to brake hard, he honked his horn and yelled some spanish shit that I wasnt about to listen to, I grabbed my balls with my hand to signify a 'suck it bitch' and just ignored it and walked on it was total arrogance, and it felt great. I got about 3 blocks and into the slums on the hillside, it was I would say maybe midnight or something. I met up with some young buck who looked maybe 18, his name was apparently Armando and he spoke pretty good english which suprised me when he holla'd at dis gringo struttin by. I asked him for some "ganja" but he only had coca paste he was sellin wrapped in coca leaf flaps, he said you chew on them or you could take out the paste and smoke it, aka colombian crack. But within seconds of talkin another young buck had appeared down street and this esse holla'd at him for some weed and mediated a deal, I got a gram of some pretty decent shwag off this guy 'Sanny', apparently a friend of Armando's who speaks little english.
Naturally, my next instynct was to introduce these boys to the world of PCP, so I pulled out my little pinner joint and sparked it up. Armando seemed to get a chuckle out of the size of it, it truly was toothpick but it aint size that matters, or so I tried to explain to him. I dont think he understood what the hell "PCP", or "ANGELDUST" meant, but that didint stop him from hittin that shit back after I did. 'Sanny' tried to pass on it, but my repeated offerings and hostile demeanor pretty much forced him into it. I had 'baptised' it fairly heavily to ensure the PCP burns, so it went around for about a minute between the three of us, pretty good for how small it was. By the time it was out, so was we, of our minds. I noticed both Armando and Sanny had taken up unusual postures post-smoke, no longer did they stand straight up, but rather slouched back in a manner similar to what id noticed on myself. This is truly bizarre to look at from an outsider perspective unto another. Some sort of gangsta-brute ogerish-beast stance followed with jerky, lurching steps and fluid joint movements if that makes sense at all. After that, some really fucked up shit I am not going to go into detail about happened, total motiveless crime for the joy of knowing we'd most likely never be caught.
By about 2:30am I was outtie, peaced back to my place. Upon arrival I smoked up a bowl of maryjane in the pipe with about 3-4mg of PCP sprinkled ontop. By about 3am I decided to opt for sleep, and fell asleep within minutes of laying in bed, not as id expected to happen given how high I was. I awoke next morning at about 10am to random intense euphoria and a highly boosted ego. In otherwords, I felt fucking great, there is no hangover, its the exact opposite. Never felt something like that before. I feel more intelligent, more witty, more clear headed. The only side-effect I can notice is a lack of proper balance when standing. I sit at the computer and write down all the events up to this point. Then I remember about "Space Basing", something id read on the internet as the slang name for crack/PCP combinations. With a slang name like that, it just begs to be tried. Id never read such a trip report on one, and thought that since im in the position to do one, then for the BL'rs out there id damn well better be the first to compose one. Problem, ive never cooked crack in my life, although ive seen the process on multiple occasions, you wont find ready rock in Colombia neither... but wait, then I remember the Coca Paste, the Colo crack, oh yes! It must be done. I take a quick shower and eat a really good meal, my appetite unphased by the post-drug use.
Less than 30 minutes since waking up, im out on the street, this time more conservatively dressed for the situation, and opted for a pair of brass knuckles verse the gat. I end up about 2 blocks away where I score a coca leaf flap of the off-white slightly yellow tinged paste from a 40 somewhat old man in raggedy ass clothes. I immediately head home where I proceed to unfold the flap. The extremely bitter smell is instantly apparent, and is so strong I can seemingly 'taste' the bitterness just by touching the paste with my fingers. I take half the chunk of paste, no clue on the dose, and stuff it into the bowl of my pipe, then proceed to dust it with 3-4mg of PCP, considering the possibility the cocaine will surely boost the potency of PCP. "OOOO-WWWEEEE!" I think to myself. I started with the lighter under the bowl for at least 2 minutes, to my surprise the PCP ontop had not changed form in anyway so I assumed it was not receiving the heat, however I was inhaling a thin, moist smoke that gave a serious cooling sensation to the throat. I switched up, moving the lighter above the bowl, almost instantly the PCP disappeared, where it went was too fast to tell, but much made it to the lungs I can tell you that much. The taste of bitter-ass coca + soaped-plastic was anything but appealing, to say the least, but still better tasting than tryptamine drips. I took a few more puffs off the pipe, the coca paste was turning brown at edges but still seemed to remain the same size, I could still taste the PCP. I smoked it until I could no longer taste the PCP in the hits, about 30 seconds after id taken the initial PCP hit. I set the pipe down and could've sworn I wasnt high. Then I stood up... and everything went to shit. I immediatly realised how absolutely dominated I was, my body bent back into the usual PCP posture and then some, wavin around like I was on a boat in huge swells. I stumbled around the couch and ended up leaning against a wall with a feeling the entire world was rolling onto its side, everything in my vision had started to vibrate in 360 degrees around itself at hyperspeeds giving everything a mega-blurred super sketchy not even visually conceivable aura to it, however this wasnt a hallucination, rather my eyes tweaking out moving around so quickly. My hands where shakin and I got that major 'comeup' feeling, butterflies in your stomach and then some. I beastly lurched my way across the room and out onto the balcony. The sun was shining gloriously down on the city and I ended up just zoning out on the view, leaning heavily over the railing, but it was the strangest of zone outs, something I will never be able to put into words so im not going to try, lets just say I wasnt really zoned out, so much as I was out of my body and gone to another universe. I must've stood there for 5-10 minutes, by which time the shakiness had left, but my vision was still straight hooped. The weird thing is though, despite the fact that its almost the equivalent usefulness of being blind sometimes, your still able to get around anywhere you need to be, and function in anyway you need to.
I go back inside and sit on the couch and try to watch some TV. Im incapable of focusing my eyes on the TV screen no matter how hard I try, so I give up shortly thereafter and shut it off. I recall trying to wash my hands, the water, it was DRY, it was the strangest thing ive ever 'touched', as it hit my hands it felt like sand being poured over them, not water, unbeleivable. Growing bored, I decide to lace a joint with some PCP + very small peices of coca paste with the intentions of 'tricking' somone into smoking space base without their consent. What a great pass time. Ive done this in the past with 5-MeO-DMT and absolutely loved to watch it. It gives me a feeling of incredible power and joy to change ones destiny in an instant. I decide im going to need music, and get this idea to haul my ghetto blaster down the streets with me, so I pack it full of batteries and Tupac. I take the coca paste, and shave paper thin strips off it with a razor blade. I then dice these down to an almost powder consistency, and mix directly into the weed (which was PCP roaches) and fill the rolling paper with a thin layer of the coca-bud combo. Then I sprinkle about 5mg of PCP HCl throughout the joint, and put another thing layer of coca-bud ontop, and twist up. Off I go outside into the streets, pimp struttin my way around town with the tunes blasting. I spend a good hour+ trying to find somone to smoke a 'joint' with, but fail. Disappointed I tuck into a small bushed area and light up a cigar.
So im standing there in a little bushed area about 10 feet off the side of the road with a ghetto blaster on my shoulder and tupac playing, california love extended version yet again, when outta nowhere dis gringo appears shirtless and all coming through the trail. We lock eyes and he notices my completely ghetto characteristics, immediately he makes a joint smoking motion with his fingers to his lips, and I nod in agreement. He hollas out sumpin like "YA? YOU GOT SUM MATE?", and what I can only imagine was a totally sinister smile equivalent to that which plasters across the face of a psychopathic serial rapist as his next victim comes into view exploded across my own. This was it, fate had gone done it again, this gringo gone brought himself into destiny with the devil and he had no clue. I immediatly replied along the lines of "HELL YEA MUTHAFUCKA I GOT THE GOOD STUFF RIGHT HURR". This guy was clearly australian, most likely some backpacker, the most gringo's ive seen in Colo have been aussies, I guess they got more the feel for the southern hemi than your yanks up north there. I whip out the toothpick twig joint, he gives a chuckle bout its size, I agree with him, but make a foreshadowing and what shouldve been a seemingly ominous comment that went over his head to the likes of "YA BUT ITS WHATS ON THE INSIDE THAT COUNTS AND DIS HAS GOT IT GOIN ON", he responds "GOOD GRADE?", "UNBELEIVABLE" I says, tryin not to laugh. He tries to offer me some money, but I refuse it, "ON THE HOUSE", another remark he should have looked deeper into. I pull a lighter from thin air and light the stick up, takin some conservative puffs. Instantly I can taste the PCP/Coca, its very prominent, I pass it off hoping he wont notice. To my surprise he starts hauling it back like nobodies buisness, then coughs for a good 20 seconds. This process repeats with him hackin up a lung everytime he hits it back, but by about 2/3rds the way through im totally fucking scrambled beyond beleif and decide to 'poser' my remaining tokes, not inhaling. Keep in mind I was already fucked to begin with so this was just boosting me back up, whereas this foo, shit, in 30 seconds he was gonna be blasted to the stratosphere. And thats exactly what happened once I tossed the miniscule roach to the ground. I looked up at him and I swear I could see his soul leave his eyes right there, I was staring right in them he was staring directly into mine with the sun behind me blazing into his eyes yet his eyes were as wide open as could be like a deer in the headlights but totally empty mentally. To add to the sheer insanity I was seeing, the sun was casting my shadow onto his body to about his chest level and I couldnt help but feel like it was sucking the life right out of him like some dark entity consuming him. Still smiling, memories of the chapelle show episode where wayne brady 'muscles' dave into smoking that PCP then laughs in his face about it came to my mind, and I started to laugh what must have been, to this gringo, the most sinister laugh ever heard, and followed with screaming "YOU JUST SMOKED PCP MUTHERFUCKAAAA!!" right into his face while I slapped him upside the head. To my surprise there was just no response to neither the words nor the hit. As I was saying this, the craziest of moments and ego rushes matched to gangsta beats came over me and I responded to it with a strut/dance in a circle around him while he just stood there completely blank faced eyes wide open staring into oblivion not capable of graspin the reprecussions for which I had just said. When id gotten in a full circle around him I yelled out "OOOOOOOO-WWWWWWEEEEEEEEE!!" at top of my lungs, made some random and totally gangsta hand movements towards him and strutted off outta the bushes and down the street. It was possibly the most fucked up moment of all, the way everything went down it was absolutely surreal, I felt out of my body like a third person spectator on the incident.
ALOT of othershit happened after that-that im far too lazy to explain and prolly shouldnt go into detail about some aspects, but included a random dance session in the middle of the slums with an incredibly hot chica stranger and a bunch of poverished street kids, seemingly spontaneous, to the song 'All About U'. By that night, I had been smoking space base all day long and as you can imagine more fucked up shit went down. Including but not limited to; two cokehead colombians attempting to jump me, my escape from which was aided by two coked up narco cartel enforcers who randomly offered me a ride when I was fleeing the scene at the early morning hours and proceeded to brag and show me their gun collections, including a totally pimped grenade launcher, an AK47 and AR15, and the biggest gun I ever did see some fully auto what musta been 50 cal totally excessive plow down a platoon in 5 seconds peice of machinery. I recall trying to ask if they could get those gold plated desert eagle tiger .50 cal magnums ive always wanted, but to no avail. They gave me a ride home (although I made them drop me off a block from my actual house) and most likely proceeded to go murder somone shortly thereafter, as they had told me they was on their way to do "a hit", and I dont think they was talkin crack... crazy colos.
I have trouble sleeping that night, prolly the coca. I awake next day with the usual afterglow euphoria and ego boost + raging morning wood. I chuck out the rest of my coca paste, fuck that shit I hate cocaine, even with PCP. I decide today that I will go out into the jungles and try and have a 'mellow' PCP trip if thats possible given how crazy it makes me. I dust the last of the PCP into two joints, pack some food/water and off I go. Long story short the suns starting to get low and I see it up like 50 feet in the canopy while im down in the shade so im like "FUCK THAT!" and start bear hugging my way up the tree to first branches. I ended up like 60 feet up in the canopy laying on a thick branch in a beam of sunlight, and decided it was prime time to smoke the second dusted joint. Well about halfway through that this lil brown monkey a few trees over had curiously made his way onto the tree I was in and stood about 10 feet down the branch from me. I think he was attracted to the lighter, so I started flicking it and then lit it up and slowly waved it around back and forth. His head was following it like it was god or someshit which made me crack up and laugh which made the monkey freak out and leap to another branch. By this time I was totally messed and I accidently dropped the remaining third of the joint, oh well. I spent like 30 minutes sitting in that tree with that monkey, he eventually came right over and climbed on my leg but then I started thinkin bout that movie Outbreak and got freaked out so I kicked my leg suddenly and it flew away, grabbing some branches though, not plummeting to its death. I decided I should climb down now while im completely fearless cause if I sober up 60 feet in a tree with no branches to climb down on im fucked. It was successful, and I got home alive having survived the 3-day PCP ride.
In retrospect to it all, including the many things I purposefully omitted, I should probably never use PCP again in my life (ya right!), not because its a bad drug or nothing, the exact opposite, and what it does to my ego, so 'gangstatizing'.
I can now pretty much say that of all the drugs ive done, PCP is simply the pinnacle. The euphoria is unbelievable, the ability to sleep even when your peaking is wicked, the ego buildup is out of this world, the lack of auditory distortion is terrific, and perhaps the greatest part of all is the days after. People aint joking when they say it makes you feel great for a week+ after use. Its like the ego buildup and the euphoria remain, long after everything else disappears. Theres also a huge shift in 'love' category emotions vs. being high, I felt extremely affectionate afterwards, sexually aggresive, constantly popping wood all day long for no reason... this has lasted for at least a week now. I beleive this drug has the ability to change somone, forever, more than anyother drug ive encountered. Yes more than your MDMA or your LSD or DMT.
If I was those narco enforcers, id be smoking sherm everyday, that shitll turn anyone into a diehard for life souldier if they want it to. I could sit there and dismember somones body whilst they was still alive with a bone saw and feel absolutely nothing but intrigue, maybe throw on a lil Mozart and a smile, fuck the raincoat homie, I like to feel the splatter.
One final word of caution: Of every drug ive done, the MJ, the heroin, the yayo, the jib, the tryps, the pheneths, the whatevers and whenevers... NONE of that comes anywhere near as close to as psycho-addictive as PCP is... at least for me. If I had round the clock access to it, I would, regardless of my health or life, use it all day everyday till the day I died (which wouldnt be far off, at all).
Ive never done PCP before (or ketamine). Ive never done coca paste before, I have however done cocaine dozen+ times, and crack once. Veteran cannabis smoker.
So 6 years of anticipation. 6 years of hunting. At last, the PCP, the final drug ive ever totally desired to try, the pinnacle of stigma, the icing on the cake of my neurochemical fluxuating career has finally fallen into my hands. It presents itself as approximately 30-40mg of a dull chalky white powder, supposed HCl salt, and no light shimmer to it (visualize flour but a bit more grainy). Im nervous to try it, a drug with a 'stigma' to it like no other drug, perhaps thats why I seek to try it, dont we always wanna do what were told not to?
Im unsure of the dose, despite reading erowid and countless reports. I load up approximately 2-3mg aiming for a threshold, sprinkled into a rolled cigarette, and headout about 5 minute walk into the jungle. I light up, and take a puff. It tastes like 5-MeO-DMT which tastes exactly like crack, but the PCP has an additional 'soapy plastic' like taste and a 'greasy' tongue-touched texture to the smoke. I smoke the entire cigarette to absolutely nothing. I feel kinda weird, I go for a 15 minute walk through jungle trails, and still feel kinda weird, its most likely threshold, but instead I chalk it up to placebo from 6 years of anticipation. In retrospect, having now done higher doses, I would say it was definetly threshold.
Disappointed, I head back to the house. Upon my arrival, I take about 3-fold as much as id just done 25 minutes prior, and loaded it into some sticky icky and twisted up. About 30 minutes since I tried threshold, I put some Tupac and Dr Dre California Love extended version on the stereo and start blastin it. I step out onto the balcony and lightup. The first hit I took tasted considerably stronger as the previous laced cigarette id had, the taste completely overtaking the premium grade chronic I had rolled with it. Before I could even exhale, my right ears hearing suddenly stopped, and my left ear began a mild ringing. I knew at that instant I was gonna be good to go this time. I continued to smoke it, it burned nice and slow, got about 10 hits from it, then halfed the joint, all this takin about 60 seconds. Once id put it out I realised how scrambled I was becoming. Most noticeable was my absurd and instant posture change, it was the most gangsta thing i've ever seen, its like all my joints became completely independant from the others and went their own 'ways'. My feet to knees were straight up, from my knees to hips the thighs leaned back by like 10 degrees, from the hips up to about mid-spine I was leaning back by about 15 degrees, then at mid spine up I was leaning up right. Attempts at walkin around the balcony resulted in the most ghetto gangsta playa pimp strut ive ever composed. I couldnt-NOT walk that way, it just flowed out me. My skin was very warm, I had flushes of warmth running through my entire body. The euphorias intense. It felt like my bones had been converted to jello and I was constantly swaying around, and my brain converted to metal which somone had proceeded to slam with a hammer. This high is far different than I could've ever anticipated. I was anticipating a far more psychedelic/tryptamine/phenethylamine like high, yet this is far more narcotic-like in mentality, thankgod. My ego feels like it does on cocaine. Everyone and everything seems insignificant and miniscule in comparison to me. Im unable to feel 'love' category emotions, or anything profoundly deep for that matter. But I dont care, this shits so ghetto its awesome. My eyes feel very heavy, heavier than just maryjane would promote, yet I look in the mirror and they are wide open, and possibly scarrier looking than even when im on meth. My eyes are moving back and forth horizontally at a phenomenal speed completely overlapping everything I see in my vision, ill see something but cant stop looking away then back at it, repeatedly, 60x a minute, constantly, furiosly, insanity... Its been about 30 minutes? Realisticly maybe 5!? need more PCP!!
I step back out on the balcony with the half joint. The suns set now and darkness is consuming the horizon. With tupac still blasting in the background I ignite the gangsta gas and suck it all back. Im blowing higher and higher. My ego just keeps rising and my fear of dying just keeps plummeting. I can feel pain but it doesnt bother me at all, I pinch myself hard to confirm this. As I finish the joint, my ears are heavily ringing, my mind is racing to insane places, and my bodies just straight groovin to the beats completely on its own. This is my definition of a 'dance' drug, the desire for gangsta rap is immense. I dont know why, but the music was consuming me. I became so 'blown up' that I completely forgot my common sense for Colo living. I got this random insatiable idea to just bounce down outside into the slums and meet some G's, plus I think I was runnin low on chronic for mixing with the PCP. So I twisted up another 5-6mg into a pinner lil joint and headed out the door into the night streets completely stupidly, not taking off my watch or anything I was wearing worth more than the entire family assets of the people I was soon to be in contact with. I did however grab my 9 mil and shoved it into the front of my pants, didint even really conceal it, I didint even question doing this, I shouldve, but I just didint give a fuck. As I was walkin I noticed how incredibly bizarre my movements had become, and apparently so did everyone I walked by, I was walkin almost in a sideways/crab-like manner, and moving in angles vs straight lines yet appeared to be walkin straight forward, my feet were all twisted into totally bizarre directions as I stepped, it felt entirely normal to walk like this, and it didint inconvenience me at all, but it was definetly not correct, and the look in my eyes im sure didint help put anyone who noticed's mind at ease about my current mentality at that moment. I felt invincible, untouchable, arrogant, I wouldve honestly killed anyone who wouldve tried to fuck with me in a heart beat over any little issue, totally messed up, I just couldnt give a shit about absolutely anything except how awesome I felt and how absolutely incredible it felt to just be out strutting around.
At the end of the first block was traffic, it was green, but I didint stop, I walked right into the middle of the intersection flipped some driver the finger and strutted out infront of his car forcing him to brake hard, he honked his horn and yelled some spanish shit that I wasnt about to listen to, I grabbed my balls with my hand to signify a 'suck it bitch' and just ignored it and walked on it was total arrogance, and it felt great. I got about 3 blocks and into the slums on the hillside, it was I would say maybe midnight or something. I met up with some young buck who looked maybe 18, his name was apparently Armando and he spoke pretty good english which suprised me when he holla'd at dis gringo struttin by. I asked him for some "ganja" but he only had coca paste he was sellin wrapped in coca leaf flaps, he said you chew on them or you could take out the paste and smoke it, aka colombian crack. But within seconds of talkin another young buck had appeared down street and this esse holla'd at him for some weed and mediated a deal, I got a gram of some pretty decent shwag off this guy 'Sanny', apparently a friend of Armando's who speaks little english.
Naturally, my next instynct was to introduce these boys to the world of PCP, so I pulled out my little pinner joint and sparked it up. Armando seemed to get a chuckle out of the size of it, it truly was toothpick but it aint size that matters, or so I tried to explain to him. I dont think he understood what the hell "PCP", or "ANGELDUST" meant, but that didint stop him from hittin that shit back after I did. 'Sanny' tried to pass on it, but my repeated offerings and hostile demeanor pretty much forced him into it. I had 'baptised' it fairly heavily to ensure the PCP burns, so it went around for about a minute between the three of us, pretty good for how small it was. By the time it was out, so was we, of our minds. I noticed both Armando and Sanny had taken up unusual postures post-smoke, no longer did they stand straight up, but rather slouched back in a manner similar to what id noticed on myself. This is truly bizarre to look at from an outsider perspective unto another. Some sort of gangsta-brute ogerish-beast stance followed with jerky, lurching steps and fluid joint movements if that makes sense at all. After that, some really fucked up shit I am not going to go into detail about happened, total motiveless crime for the joy of knowing we'd most likely never be caught.
By about 2:30am I was outtie, peaced back to my place. Upon arrival I smoked up a bowl of maryjane in the pipe with about 3-4mg of PCP sprinkled ontop. By about 3am I decided to opt for sleep, and fell asleep within minutes of laying in bed, not as id expected to happen given how high I was. I awoke next morning at about 10am to random intense euphoria and a highly boosted ego. In otherwords, I felt fucking great, there is no hangover, its the exact opposite. Never felt something like that before. I feel more intelligent, more witty, more clear headed. The only side-effect I can notice is a lack of proper balance when standing. I sit at the computer and write down all the events up to this point. Then I remember about "Space Basing", something id read on the internet as the slang name for crack/PCP combinations. With a slang name like that, it just begs to be tried. Id never read such a trip report on one, and thought that since im in the position to do one, then for the BL'rs out there id damn well better be the first to compose one. Problem, ive never cooked crack in my life, although ive seen the process on multiple occasions, you wont find ready rock in Colombia neither... but wait, then I remember the Coca Paste, the Colo crack, oh yes! It must be done. I take a quick shower and eat a really good meal, my appetite unphased by the post-drug use.
Less than 30 minutes since waking up, im out on the street, this time more conservatively dressed for the situation, and opted for a pair of brass knuckles verse the gat. I end up about 2 blocks away where I score a coca leaf flap of the off-white slightly yellow tinged paste from a 40 somewhat old man in raggedy ass clothes. I immediately head home where I proceed to unfold the flap. The extremely bitter smell is instantly apparent, and is so strong I can seemingly 'taste' the bitterness just by touching the paste with my fingers. I take half the chunk of paste, no clue on the dose, and stuff it into the bowl of my pipe, then proceed to dust it with 3-4mg of PCP, considering the possibility the cocaine will surely boost the potency of PCP. "OOOO-WWWEEEE!" I think to myself. I started with the lighter under the bowl for at least 2 minutes, to my surprise the PCP ontop had not changed form in anyway so I assumed it was not receiving the heat, however I was inhaling a thin, moist smoke that gave a serious cooling sensation to the throat. I switched up, moving the lighter above the bowl, almost instantly the PCP disappeared, where it went was too fast to tell, but much made it to the lungs I can tell you that much. The taste of bitter-ass coca + soaped-plastic was anything but appealing, to say the least, but still better tasting than tryptamine drips. I took a few more puffs off the pipe, the coca paste was turning brown at edges but still seemed to remain the same size, I could still taste the PCP. I smoked it until I could no longer taste the PCP in the hits, about 30 seconds after id taken the initial PCP hit. I set the pipe down and could've sworn I wasnt high. Then I stood up... and everything went to shit. I immediatly realised how absolutely dominated I was, my body bent back into the usual PCP posture and then some, wavin around like I was on a boat in huge swells. I stumbled around the couch and ended up leaning against a wall with a feeling the entire world was rolling onto its side, everything in my vision had started to vibrate in 360 degrees around itself at hyperspeeds giving everything a mega-blurred super sketchy not even visually conceivable aura to it, however this wasnt a hallucination, rather my eyes tweaking out moving around so quickly. My hands where shakin and I got that major 'comeup' feeling, butterflies in your stomach and then some. I beastly lurched my way across the room and out onto the balcony. The sun was shining gloriously down on the city and I ended up just zoning out on the view, leaning heavily over the railing, but it was the strangest of zone outs, something I will never be able to put into words so im not going to try, lets just say I wasnt really zoned out, so much as I was out of my body and gone to another universe. I must've stood there for 5-10 minutes, by which time the shakiness had left, but my vision was still straight hooped. The weird thing is though, despite the fact that its almost the equivalent usefulness of being blind sometimes, your still able to get around anywhere you need to be, and function in anyway you need to.
I go back inside and sit on the couch and try to watch some TV. Im incapable of focusing my eyes on the TV screen no matter how hard I try, so I give up shortly thereafter and shut it off. I recall trying to wash my hands, the water, it was DRY, it was the strangest thing ive ever 'touched', as it hit my hands it felt like sand being poured over them, not water, unbeleivable. Growing bored, I decide to lace a joint with some PCP + very small peices of coca paste with the intentions of 'tricking' somone into smoking space base without their consent. What a great pass time. Ive done this in the past with 5-MeO-DMT and absolutely loved to watch it. It gives me a feeling of incredible power and joy to change ones destiny in an instant. I decide im going to need music, and get this idea to haul my ghetto blaster down the streets with me, so I pack it full of batteries and Tupac. I take the coca paste, and shave paper thin strips off it with a razor blade. I then dice these down to an almost powder consistency, and mix directly into the weed (which was PCP roaches) and fill the rolling paper with a thin layer of the coca-bud combo. Then I sprinkle about 5mg of PCP HCl throughout the joint, and put another thing layer of coca-bud ontop, and twist up. Off I go outside into the streets, pimp struttin my way around town with the tunes blasting. I spend a good hour+ trying to find somone to smoke a 'joint' with, but fail. Disappointed I tuck into a small bushed area and light up a cigar.
So im standing there in a little bushed area about 10 feet off the side of the road with a ghetto blaster on my shoulder and tupac playing, california love extended version yet again, when outta nowhere dis gringo appears shirtless and all coming through the trail. We lock eyes and he notices my completely ghetto characteristics, immediately he makes a joint smoking motion with his fingers to his lips, and I nod in agreement. He hollas out sumpin like "YA? YOU GOT SUM MATE?", and what I can only imagine was a totally sinister smile equivalent to that which plasters across the face of a psychopathic serial rapist as his next victim comes into view exploded across my own. This was it, fate had gone done it again, this gringo gone brought himself into destiny with the devil and he had no clue. I immediatly replied along the lines of "HELL YEA MUTHAFUCKA I GOT THE GOOD STUFF RIGHT HURR". This guy was clearly australian, most likely some backpacker, the most gringo's ive seen in Colo have been aussies, I guess they got more the feel for the southern hemi than your yanks up north there. I whip out the toothpick twig joint, he gives a chuckle bout its size, I agree with him, but make a foreshadowing and what shouldve been a seemingly ominous comment that went over his head to the likes of "YA BUT ITS WHATS ON THE INSIDE THAT COUNTS AND DIS HAS GOT IT GOIN ON", he responds "GOOD GRADE?", "UNBELEIVABLE" I says, tryin not to laugh. He tries to offer me some money, but I refuse it, "ON THE HOUSE", another remark he should have looked deeper into. I pull a lighter from thin air and light the stick up, takin some conservative puffs. Instantly I can taste the PCP/Coca, its very prominent, I pass it off hoping he wont notice. To my surprise he starts hauling it back like nobodies buisness, then coughs for a good 20 seconds. This process repeats with him hackin up a lung everytime he hits it back, but by about 2/3rds the way through im totally fucking scrambled beyond beleif and decide to 'poser' my remaining tokes, not inhaling. Keep in mind I was already fucked to begin with so this was just boosting me back up, whereas this foo, shit, in 30 seconds he was gonna be blasted to the stratosphere. And thats exactly what happened once I tossed the miniscule roach to the ground. I looked up at him and I swear I could see his soul leave his eyes right there, I was staring right in them he was staring directly into mine with the sun behind me blazing into his eyes yet his eyes were as wide open as could be like a deer in the headlights but totally empty mentally. To add to the sheer insanity I was seeing, the sun was casting my shadow onto his body to about his chest level and I couldnt help but feel like it was sucking the life right out of him like some dark entity consuming him. Still smiling, memories of the chapelle show episode where wayne brady 'muscles' dave into smoking that PCP then laughs in his face about it came to my mind, and I started to laugh what must have been, to this gringo, the most sinister laugh ever heard, and followed with screaming "YOU JUST SMOKED PCP MUTHERFUCKAAAA!!" right into his face while I slapped him upside the head. To my surprise there was just no response to neither the words nor the hit. As I was saying this, the craziest of moments and ego rushes matched to gangsta beats came over me and I responded to it with a strut/dance in a circle around him while he just stood there completely blank faced eyes wide open staring into oblivion not capable of graspin the reprecussions for which I had just said. When id gotten in a full circle around him I yelled out "OOOOOOOO-WWWWWWEEEEEEEEE!!" at top of my lungs, made some random and totally gangsta hand movements towards him and strutted off outta the bushes and down the street. It was possibly the most fucked up moment of all, the way everything went down it was absolutely surreal, I felt out of my body like a third person spectator on the incident.
ALOT of othershit happened after that-that im far too lazy to explain and prolly shouldnt go into detail about some aspects, but included a random dance session in the middle of the slums with an incredibly hot chica stranger and a bunch of poverished street kids, seemingly spontaneous, to the song 'All About U'. By that night, I had been smoking space base all day long and as you can imagine more fucked up shit went down. Including but not limited to; two cokehead colombians attempting to jump me, my escape from which was aided by two coked up narco cartel enforcers who randomly offered me a ride when I was fleeing the scene at the early morning hours and proceeded to brag and show me their gun collections, including a totally pimped grenade launcher, an AK47 and AR15, and the biggest gun I ever did see some fully auto what musta been 50 cal totally excessive plow down a platoon in 5 seconds peice of machinery. I recall trying to ask if they could get those gold plated desert eagle tiger .50 cal magnums ive always wanted, but to no avail. They gave me a ride home (although I made them drop me off a block from my actual house) and most likely proceeded to go murder somone shortly thereafter, as they had told me they was on their way to do "a hit", and I dont think they was talkin crack... crazy colos.
I have trouble sleeping that night, prolly the coca. I awake next day with the usual afterglow euphoria and ego boost + raging morning wood. I chuck out the rest of my coca paste, fuck that shit I hate cocaine, even with PCP. I decide today that I will go out into the jungles and try and have a 'mellow' PCP trip if thats possible given how crazy it makes me. I dust the last of the PCP into two joints, pack some food/water and off I go. Long story short the suns starting to get low and I see it up like 50 feet in the canopy while im down in the shade so im like "FUCK THAT!" and start bear hugging my way up the tree to first branches. I ended up like 60 feet up in the canopy laying on a thick branch in a beam of sunlight, and decided it was prime time to smoke the second dusted joint. Well about halfway through that this lil brown monkey a few trees over had curiously made his way onto the tree I was in and stood about 10 feet down the branch from me. I think he was attracted to the lighter, so I started flicking it and then lit it up and slowly waved it around back and forth. His head was following it like it was god or someshit which made me crack up and laugh which made the monkey freak out and leap to another branch. By this time I was totally messed and I accidently dropped the remaining third of the joint, oh well. I spent like 30 minutes sitting in that tree with that monkey, he eventually came right over and climbed on my leg but then I started thinkin bout that movie Outbreak and got freaked out so I kicked my leg suddenly and it flew away, grabbing some branches though, not plummeting to its death. I decided I should climb down now while im completely fearless cause if I sober up 60 feet in a tree with no branches to climb down on im fucked. It was successful, and I got home alive having survived the 3-day PCP ride.
In retrospect to it all, including the many things I purposefully omitted, I should probably never use PCP again in my life (ya right!), not because its a bad drug or nothing, the exact opposite, and what it does to my ego, so 'gangstatizing'.
I can now pretty much say that of all the drugs ive done, PCP is simply the pinnacle. The euphoria is unbelievable, the ability to sleep even when your peaking is wicked, the ego buildup is out of this world, the lack of auditory distortion is terrific, and perhaps the greatest part of all is the days after. People aint joking when they say it makes you feel great for a week+ after use. Its like the ego buildup and the euphoria remain, long after everything else disappears. Theres also a huge shift in 'love' category emotions vs. being high, I felt extremely affectionate afterwards, sexually aggresive, constantly popping wood all day long for no reason... this has lasted for at least a week now. I beleive this drug has the ability to change somone, forever, more than anyother drug ive encountered. Yes more than your MDMA or your LSD or DMT.
If I was those narco enforcers, id be smoking sherm everyday, that shitll turn anyone into a diehard for life souldier if they want it to. I could sit there and dismember somones body whilst they was still alive with a bone saw and feel absolutely nothing but intrigue, maybe throw on a lil Mozart and a smile, fuck the raincoat homie, I like to feel the splatter.
One final word of caution: Of every drug ive done, the MJ, the heroin, the yayo, the jib, the tryps, the pheneths, the whatevers and whenevers... NONE of that comes anywhere near as close to as psycho-addictive as PCP is... at least for me. If I had round the clock access to it, I would, regardless of my health or life, use it all day everyday till the day I died (which wouldnt be far off, at all).
