Back around 1979 or 1980, I had a friend back in school whose mom sold weed. One day he stole an ounce from his mom, and we ditched school for the day to smoke it. Turns out, it was laced with PCP and neither of us were aware of it.

One of the most bizarre experiences of my life, and one that my friend and I were lucky to survive. As I was so out of it I made a left turn on my bike right in front of a bus, and for a moment my friend who was following thought it had killed me. It didn't (obviously), and I was completely oblivious to the danger I narrowly escaped.

My friend was going through a dissociative episode where nothing felt real to him as we were riding my bikes over to his house (he borrowed one of mine). When we got near to his apartment building we saw that both his mom's and dad's cars were there. They were divorced and not living together (and he was her weed source we find out later), so this was really out of the ordinary. My friend panicked because of how stoned he was, and that he was going to get busted. (Although, he already was busted and didn't know it) So as we were standing next to the bikes on the curb by the playground fence of the school from which he lived across the street, he tells me to punch him square in the chest to bring him back to reality. So, I did.

I hit him so hard that he flew from the curb right back into that fence that was probably 10 feet away. Not just barely there, full on body splatted against the fence like the Michaelangelo drawing of the human body. Remember, I was on angel dust at the time. For a second, I thought I'd killed him. But then he says "When are you going to hit me?" as he realized he has to peel himself off of the fence. So that didn't work.

Then, he says we are going to go inside of his apartment and go straight to his room, and that I was to "maintain thy brain" to play off how stoned we were. So, we locked up my bikes downstairs and went inside. Only to find his mom and dad sitting there waiting for him. They could totally see how stoned we were before either of us even said a word, and told me to go home.

Now, I could see that my friend was about to get into trouble, so I tried to get him out of it for the moment by telling his dad that my friend had to come with me, as he'd borrowed my bike and had to return it to my house because I couldn't leave it there (both bikes were locked by my one bike lock chain). He told me that I'd just have to take them both home at the same time. So, I did. To this day I am not quite sure how I managed to ride home the two bicycles at the same time. But, I did.