Angel...dust. P.C. in the D.C., KW. Boat.
I can tell similar tales of smokin that stuff, like when I was new to the place, comin in from Los Angeles(San Diego, really, :wink: ), I had been smokin the ganja for a while already, but never expected the crazy shit that came through the pipe in the halls of Woodson High back in the day. I loved it though. Thanks for remindin me diva. Woo-hoooo!!
I lived in San Diego. That's where I started smokin marijuana. In the 8th grade. I became a hard core metal head. I fed on metalshop, which aired on KGB(101.5???), and I was a fiend on the Tower Records import section and I started skippin a lot of school, hangin out and smokin up in canyons or in abandoned houses or down at the beach. I saved my lunch money by shopliftin everyday(Point Loma High had an open campus and off campus lunch), and bought concert tickets with the money. 2 bucks a day. 14 a week. My best friends and I even riding our BMX bikes downtown, on a killer sunny day to get Accept tickets at the Fox theatre box office the day they went on sale. Had a blast skippin school on my schwinn scrambler that day, ridin' all the way into downtown San Diego, completely free...
The next year we moved to Fairfax though, which quickly became my nightmare. The Fairfax area was way conservative compared to San Diego. That's an understatement. San Diego is one of the most, if not the most, liberal, laid back, big cities in the country, whereas Fairfax is one of the most conservative areas of the country.
Anyway. I was the new kid from California. And I had no respect for the authority of my new school. W.T. Woodson. They had a really harsh truancy policy, which was the beginning of my short cut to front row.
One day sittin in a corner of the hallway my new friends passed me a pipe and I hit it and spent the next several hours just tryin to keep my balance, stay on my feet and not injure myself...that and not let anyone, especially my teachers know how rocked on that shit I was...
By the time school was out I had lost my vision. All I could see was just the periphery of my normal field. Everything else was a blinding white light. I had to feel my way, with my hands, like a blind man, through the hallway after school let out that day. I made it to my bus and got on and somehow made it home. I smoked PCP/Angel Dust/Boat about 15 or so times before $tr8
I was an E-Z target 4 them.
But there is truth in the notion that I wanted to know...
