Thursday, January 19, 2006
Whatever happened to PCP? Angel dust, as it's more widely known, was the heroin of my youth, the boogeyman of all drugs.
You don't even hear about it anymore, which is a good thing. Still, I'm reminded of the dramatic movie-of-the-week from 1981, "Angel Dusted," in which a future Oscar winner jumped through a sliding glass door while tripping on "ozone" (another nom de guerre).
Not that I ever had the chance to sample PCP, but if I had I would've likely been dissuaded by the memory of a bloodied Helen Hunt.
Perhaps I should pose my original question to an HH contemporary, Leif Garrett.