PCP????

a little over a decade ago i was involved with some small private black market communities online that provided space for people to buy/sell all kinds of stuff. this was before tor, bitcoin and the darkweb. i did a group buy with a few people, and one of them who i knew quite well turned out to live somewhat close to me and he came to pick up his part of the order from me in person. dude told me he had a gift for me, and gave me a gram of crystal pcp. according to him the horror stories are mostly myth, and the experience is more or less just an enjoyable dissociative anesthetic experience that is comparable to other arylcyclohexylamines like ketamine or MXE. apparently he had tried the stuff in the 80s, loved it, and at some point convinced someone to synthesize a huge personal quantity of it and he just broke me off a gram.

TBH ive always been to scared to try it. im not a huge ketamine fan so its not really alluring to me in the way a classic 5ht2a psychedelic or opioid would be. its just part of the collection now, stashed away among other chemicals that i bought but was wary of using due to their safety profile, like MDPV and 25i-NBOMe. i dont want to get rid of them cause they are interesting parts of drug history, but i will no longer take them or give them to others.

maybe i should start a philzone poll - should i take the PCP????

Doing PCP sounds about as smart as doing Fentanyl,  

sprinkle the pcp in your joint.

Experimented with that for a short time in the early 70's.  My friend's brother was selling it cut and we were doing the "pure" stuff.

No fucking way in hell would I ever do that shit again.  

Doing PCP sounds about as smart as doing Fentanyl, 

in terms of street drug use, pcp is massively safer than fent because its much, much easier to eyeball doses of powder or make a proper solution for volumetric measurement and does not cause respiratory depression, which is what makes opioids so dangerous to OD on.

  Studies by the Drug Abuse Warning Network in the 1970s show that media reports of PCP-induced violence are greatly exaggerated and that incidents of violence are unusual and often limited to individuals with reputations for aggression regardless of drug use.[19]: 48  Although uncommon, events of PCP-intoxicated individuals acting in an unpredictable fashion, possibly driven by their delusions or hallucinations, have been publicized.[20] Other commonly cited types of incidents include inflicting property damage and self-mutilation of various types, such as pulling one's own teeth.[19]: 48 [20] These effects were not noted in its medicinal use in the 1950s and 1960s, however, and reports of physical violence on PCP have often been shown to be unfounded.[21][22]

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im sure we are all familiar with the medias tendency to spin drug related myths into massive, decades long campaigns of fear, and im sure most of us have seen at least a person or two flip their shit on L and do some pretty wild stuff.

PCP is not LSD. Not even close.   I don't believe it has a positive side. But a huge downside.

Hell yes blaze that shit!

then post on erowid 

if it weren't for film cans of parsley (or flakes), our high school wrestling team wouldn't have won championships.

Long a staple of a certain locally based motorcycle club, the stuff permeated the DC - Balto corridor in the early > mid 70s.

Apparently it's making a comeback: Nov 2022 - "A South Baltimore motorcycle gang and a Jessup business were being investigated yesterday in connection with the city's largest seizure of the drug PCP - a stash police valued at $50 million to $100 million."

after 10 yrs would it be any good?   I say look up what constitutes a low dose, cut that in half and fire it up.  That would be interesting  to see if it stayed intact for 10 years.  In closing,  the hours of daylight aren't getting any longer, daylight (((((((((((Carpe diem)))))))))))))     :)

^^^Erowid has the best trip reports.  :)))

You're looking at three to five mandatory, Louis.

Wasn't James Brown on PCP when he lead the cops down in Georgia on a high speed pursuit?

PCP is not LSD. Not even close. 

obviously not, and thats not what i was trying to say. all im trying to say is for people who understand the disinformation campaigns surrounding drugs like cannabis or LSD, it should be easy to understand how the idea that PCP makes people frequently fly into fits of violent rage was started by these same kinds of disinformation/fear tactics. obviously PCP has far more dangers than LSD, but i have a hard time believing people with extensive experience using L, especially in environments like concerts, have not seen people totally fly off the wall in some really terrifying ways. some of the scariest experiences ive ever had in my life were trying to deal with friends having violently difficult experiences with L in public. 

I don't believe it has a positive side

hard disagree. virtually all psychoactive drugs can have a positive side if used responsibly, dosed properly, and the user is enjoying themselves. 

Hell yes blaze that shit!

then post on erowid 

as the kids today would say - 

based

We used to call it "nooch" in high school. A regular Friday night thing for awhile in the late 70s....

Is it the same thing called "Sherm" as in Sherman Hensley? Or is that formaldehyde dipped joints I'm thinking of?  

both refer to pcp. formaldehyde/embalming fluid being psychedelic or something you dip joints in is a myth, its all just pcp

we called it matchhead back in the day...

Got "shermed" back in 1971. Guy I barely knew came over - I was living with my mom and dad at the time, age 19 - and gave me a joint. I was about to fire it up when he ran out the door. Lit it up anyway

After 2 hits I stopped - NOT THC! I felt as though I was nodding on some opioid, but not quite.

Just then my mom came  in and asked me to go to the store and pick up something she forgot. Couldn't come up with a reason not to, so I drove off.

Driving was incredibly difficult - took all my concentration. Could barely keep my eyes open. Had a moment of paranoia when  a cop flashed his lights at me because I had forgotten to turn on my headlights -  it was twilight.

Made it home safely and had no compulsions to commit any violent acts, but didn't enjoy it at all. I felt just like a tranquilized elephant.

Smoked the mint weed once in the mid-70s. That was enough. 

I did it once in the mid-70s too, and that was enough fo me. Dissociative anesthetic experiences just aren't my thing.

Yea, that would be a hard pass for me but I suppose YMMV. As ever, be careful out there.

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You know my answer

The two times I tried it were at concerts at the Cap Centre in Maryland.  In each instance, the people sharing their "weed" with me didn't bother to mention that it was enhanced.  Many other folks I know who tried it had the same experience.

The first time I tried it was at my first big concert, Rush, on the Moving Pictures tour.  We were sharing our weed with some longhairs from Fredericksburg in the seats next to us.  They sent theirs down our way.  I smoked a fair amount of it.  Unfortunately, it zonked me out pretty far for most of the show.  I mainly remember visions of being attacked by little green men during "The Temples Of Syrinx" and everyone firing up their lighters during this part of The Spirit Of Radio:

“For the words of the profits,
Are written on the studio wall,
Concert hall –
Echoes with the sounds…
Of salesmen.”

I have no memories of the rest of the show, as I was hallucinating ferociously.  If only I could have been high for the opening act, FM.  They sucked.  
 

When the show ended, in those few minutes between most of the people exiting their seats and security coming up to usher out the taildraggers, I puked into the rows behind us.  It immediately cleared my head enough so I could walk out of the venue and drive home safely.   My friend Andy hadn't smoked any of either our weed or the strangers' "weed".  We had another friend, Mark, with us, who'd smoked more of the laced weed than I had.  Andy asked me what has been in that stuff we'd been smoking.  I told him I didn't know.  He told me he had been getting worried, as Mark had spent most of the show bent over in his seat and sweating profusely.  At one point l, he had looked up to Andy and said "Andy, help me".  I felt badly that Andy had to deal with that. but in retrospect, it always struck me as the funniest part of that episode.  Mark and all of us were okay.  
 

The second, and last, time I tried PCP (we called it Angel Dust) was when I saw R.E.M. open for the Police on their Synchronicity Tour at the Cap Centre a couple of years later.  After a great opening set by R.E.M. (their Murmur album had just come out), the Police were starting their set with Synchronicity I, so I fired up a joint, and shared it with a couple in front of us.  They sent some of theirs back.  Not as naive as a couple of years earlier, I detected the taste on my first hit then passed it back and declined having any more.  I hadn't had enough to go spiraling into hallucinations, but it took away the euphoric high I'd been on from R.E.M.'s set and regular weed, and left me feeling flat.

I never used it again, and knowingly, doubt I ever would.  I did work in office services at a law firm in Georgetown after that, with a bunch of guys from inner city D.C.  We'd always get stoned as we ran various errands delivering documents around town.  This was the time in the mid-80s when the Go-Go Music scene was a big thing in D.C.  Bands like Chuck Brown & The Soul Searchers, Troublefunk, E.U., and The Junkyard Band.  PCP was a big ingredient in this scene.  Everyone called it the Loveboat.  My fellow couriers would always be telling me how I should try "the Boat".  I never took them up on it.

It was fairly common in the late 70's at my college. For a period of time, there was zero marijuana available on campus. Parsley laced with PCP was pretty much the only thing you could get a smoke on with. One night I was going from a friends dorm to mine after smoking. It felt like my body was walking and my head was floating a good 6 ft above my body, like a helium balloon attached via ribbon to my shoulders. I get back to my dorm and a few minutes later it seemed like every police officer in central PA  had descended on the campus, including a helicopter. Of course I thought it was a drug bust and I was glad that I was in my room away from the party. In my disoriented state, I had walked by a townie who had just been told to hit the bricks by his campus gf. What I didn't notice was that he had a hunting rifle with him and set up to shoot his gf thru her dorm window. Not sure what I would have done if I had connected the dots in my head, but I was sure that if he had shot me for being where I was when I was, I wouldn't not have noticed or felt a thing. 

Never touched the stuff again. 

you sure bro?

>don't want to hear anyones meth stories.<

You obviously have not tried to restore a handcrafted wooden sailboat before, after it had been sitting unloved for years in a apartment complex parking lot. Do you think you can do all that sanding and restoration merely under the influence of caffeine?

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