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PCP Made Me Delusional and I Almost Murdered My Boyfriend (A Long Story) 5
#21696937 - 05/19/15 01:20 AM (8 years, 8 months ago) |
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Hey guys, so I was planning on sharing this story at this Narcotics Anonymous meeting that I consider to be my home group. But I'm more of an introvert and felt more comfortable sharing this story on the internet first.
So, some of you guys know the story about how I moved to Philadelphia and filed an application for a marriage license within 2 weeks of meeting some guy I met off the street and smoked crack with. So what happened was, I relapsed and everything spiraled out of control for me, so the last thing on my mind was even thinking about going through with the marriage license and getting married.
For me, this relapse was one the worst and the most severe relapses I've ever had. I was doing a bundle of dope a day (which is like the equivalent of 10-14 stamps for you people not familiar with East Coast terminology), and getting 40mg of methadone dose from the clinic on top of that. On top of THAT, I was smoking $100 worth of rock a day, AND smoking 6 PCP cigarettes on top of that. I didn't even realize until recently just how paranoid and delusional I was.
I thought I could control it. Even 60 days after going to detox and rehab and getting sober, I've been having these thoughts. That it was the CRACK that made me lose control, that it was the heroin that made me lose touch with reality. I thought up until recently that smoking PCP was fine, I justified it to myself because it was just a hallucinogen, it was harmless. For me, PCP made me really chill and relax, I would just smoke it, chill out in bed and watch stupid TV like The Bachelorette. I had no idea how it could possibly make people violent.
But one day, it eventually drove me to the point of psychosis. The more drugs that I did, the more and more paranoid I started getting of this guy I was supposed to marry. Basically, the very first time that we met, I was wandering the streets of Philadelphia looking to score drugs. I had just moved there, it was Christmas time, I was all alone and was walking around in the cold outside to see who I could approach for some of that infamous East Coast China White. And I met this guy, and within like an hour of meeting him, we smoked crack and had sex together. So basically, he was some random crackhead that I met on the street, and I was making plans within a week to fucking marry this guy. (We're still together BTW because he ended up being very sincere and lovable, but that only happened because I was extremely lucky. I definitely don't recommend anybody else make the choice that I did.)
I'm also very lucky, because my boyfriend was the one who convinced me to go back to California to go see my family. I honestly didn't even want to leave. The only reason I even came back to California and got to check myself into rehab is because of him. If it weren't for him pushing me, I would still be back in Philadelphia doing the exact same shit I was doing before.
So here's what happened. I had been smoking PCP cigarettes for close to a month straight on top of all the other drugs I was doing, I was doing it so often that I'm not even joking, I was tripping balls and feeling its effects for weeks after I stopped. I was tripping balls so hard, that I had an epiphany, and convinced myself that the universe was composed of a giant crack rock. And that's how the big bang started… was by some godly figure out there smoking a crack rock. And the crack rock exploded, and created all the planets and all the stars. Which makes sense, if you understand how crack pops and explodes as you smoke it. And suddenly, life made sense to me. The REAL reason life was so chaotic, and the reason societies and everybody's lives kept spiraling out and out of control, was because the universe was one giant crack rock. IT ALL. MADE. SENSE.
Like I said, I was already long fucking gone and had completely lost touch with reality long before I even made the decision to come here. So, I was at the airport getting ready to fly back to California, I was still hallucinating, still delusional, had been withdrawing from heroin and methadone for 72 hours. They had these TV screens by the gate, so while waiting to board the plane I was zoning out and watching TV to make time go by.
Well, on the TV screen, I saw that they were looking for a suspect who was apparently snatching children from West Philly neighborhoods and raping them. This apparently took place in West Philly, and the suspect was driving a red Volkswagen golf, which happened to be the exact same car that my boyfriend drove, and the exact same neighborhood that he lived in. The suspect was described as 5'10, black or Hispanic or "mixed race," and of a slim build, which is exactly the characteristics that my boyfriend could pass for. Exactly how many 5'10, mixed-race-looking guys in West Philly drove a red Volkswagen?
The first thing that I did when I got back to California, was that I phoned the Philadelphia police department, and I demanded to know the license plate number of the red Volkswagen the child rape suspect was driving. The officer on the line refused, saying that they weren't allowed to release that kind of information. I was like, "No, you'd better FUCKING TELL ME, right FUCKING NOW!!!!" I think the officer on the phone recognized the aggression in my tone of voice, and was worried that I was probably going to go out and track down the suspect and commit a homicide against him if she gave out his license plate to me. And she was right.
I was back at home, pacing around the room back and forth thinking to myself, "He FUCKING DID IT. I can't believe it. I swear to god, if he's fucking doing this, he is going to FUCKING DIE. There's no other choice. I HAVE to kill him."
I'm not even joking, I drew out a plan on a diagram, about how I was going to steal my parent's car, drive all the way to Philadelphia probably in under 3 days without even sleeping. I was going to stop by Arizona or Texas somewhere along the way, pick up a sniper rifle, and just park and sit outside of his house until he came out. And I was planning on shooting the motherfucker dead as soon as he came out of the house, because of my delusion. I even had my own suicide letter written out for afterwards. I didn't care how much money or time I spent. If I had to spend the rest of my life tracking this guy down just to have the satisfaction of shooting him myself, I was going to do it.
To me, there was no other way. I HAD to kill him to make things right. I was a citizen of the earth, and I was going to carry out swift justice, Crystal G style.
They ended up catching the guy by the way, and it wasn't my boyfriend. And I should have known that it wasn't him all along. But because I was so messed up in the head from all the drugs, and so completely detached from reality, I was just a ball of paranoia because at this point he was still somewhat of a stranger to me. And my paranoia was fueling my anger, and turning into homicidal rage because of it. It wasn't until I sobered up that I realized how delusional I was.
I remember accusing him of committing this crime while withdrawing, and his response was: "You think I'm out snatching kids off the street and raping them? Holy shit. Crystal, THOSE DRUGS HAVE FRIED YOUR BRAIN." 
I'm sure to all you men out there, that is the worst accusation that anybody could ever possibly dream up of, and that would be your biggest fear and nightmare, to be falsely accused of something like that.
This wasn't even a realization that I had until recently. After I went and checked myself into detox on a whim, I had actually forgotten all about this happening. I just remembered this all of a sudden after 60 days clean and sober, and I realized, "Holy shit, I almost murdered my boyfriend because I was so fucked up and delusional on drugs." That's a scary thought! Because sober, I realize that he is the LAST person who would do something like that.
I sometimes wonder what would have happened if I hadn't checked myself into detox. Would I have shot him? Maybe if I was lucky, would I have found myself driving back to the East Coast before reality sunk back in again, and I realized I was acting crazy? IF I was lucky. But what would have happened to my life then?
Suddenly, it made sense to me just how people could kill on PCP. It wasn't so much the fact that it made you aggressive and violent, it's the fact that it makes you lose touch with reality so far, that you begin to justify homicide to yourself.
I'm so glad I'm clean now. Thank you for listening to my story.
Edited by Crystal G (05/19/15 02:53 AM)
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Re: PCP Made Me Delusional and I Almost Murdered My Boyfriend [Re: Crystal G]
#21696945 - 05/19/15 01:26 AM (8 years, 8 months ago) |
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Wouldn't this be more reading then listening?
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Re: PCP Made Me Delusional and I Almost Murdered My Boyfriend [Re: The Doobie Dude]
#21696953 - 05/19/15 01:32 AM (8 years, 8 months ago) |
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Only if you were reading out loud
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Re: PCP Made Me Delusional and I Almost Murdered My Boyfriend [Re: The Doobie Dude]
#21696959 - 05/19/15 01:34 AM (8 years, 8 months ago) |
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The Doobie Dude said: Wouldn't this be more reading then listening?
Like I said, I'm planning on sharing this story at my NA meeting in a few weeks, but I like to write down my thoughts first, because they're all jumbled up and all the events are out of order in my head. So I need to write everything down, so the story is streamlined in a way that makes sense and isn't all scattered. So that's why I used the term "listening," because I will basically be reading off this when I share.
I don't know though. I'm kind of embarrassed by this story. I'm wondering if I should even share it at all. But I never ever share, never have even once, so I'm thinking maybe I should. I don't want to tell the typical junkie story you know, about my life falling apart and all that shit. I kind of want to share something interesting.
Edited by Crystal G (05/19/15 01:53 AM)
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Re: PCP Made Me Delusional and I Almost Murdered My Boyfriend [Re: Crystal G]
#21696960 - 05/19/15 01:36 AM (8 years, 8 months ago) |
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I was thinking the same thing
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Re: PCP Made Me Delusional and I Almost Murdered My Boyfriend [Re: Crystal G]
#21696974 - 05/19/15 01:50 AM (8 years, 8 months ago) |
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gonna go rub one off to some of your pics right now.....
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Re: PCP Made Me Delusional and I Almost Murdered My Boyfriend [Re: Crystal G]
#21696985 - 05/19/15 02:00 AM (8 years, 8 months ago) |
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Damn philly to CA mid meltdown/withdrawal must have been intense, 6 hours stuck in a tiny airplane seat right next to all those people.
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Re: PCP Made Me Delusional and I Almost Murdered My Boyfriend [Re: Nova]
#21696999 - 05/19/15 02:18 AM (8 years, 8 months ago) |
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Nova said: Damn philly to CA mid meltdown/withdrawal must have been intense, 6 hours stuck in a tiny airplane seat right next to all those people.
Dude on top of that, I had one plane transfer too. So the total trip was more like 10 or 11 hours, not including the drive to and back from the airport. Including the car drive, it was actually from 5AM and back home at 10PM. So it was like 15 or 16 hours. I was suffering so bad the whole time.
I was a complete mess, and kept dropping my suitcase and my bags and shit walking in and out of the airport. TSA was giving me instructions on how to take apart my bags, and I couldn't even do that right. I didn't even realize I was standing in the wrong line, and kept forgetting to walk up to the back of the line every time the line kept moving. I was so out of it.
Probably the only reason TSA didn't even bother searching me was for 2 reasons:
1) I was walking around clutching my hand over my ovaries, because the pain in my ovaries was killing me. It honestly felt like I was giving birth all over again. That's the only time somebody would have ovarian pain that bad. And because I kept clutching my stomach, while walking so slowly, and breathing so heavily, face so pale and lacking in color, it must have been pretty obvious to any onlooker that I was in pretty severe pain. I think everybody around realized I was either sick or pregnant or had something wrong with me, so nobody gave me that hard of a time about fucking up and dropping my shit everywhere.
2) I must have stunk so bad like rotten PCP cigarettes that TSA was like "Nope, fuck it, let her pass, get her out of here "--that stuff STINKS, especially when it accumulates and starts rotting, man. And I didn't shower for like a week on that stuff. So the combination of the smell of my old sweat, combined with the smell of old drugs accumulated and smelled so horrible, even I could smell how horrible I smelled. You could smell me from 10 feet away. I literally saw bystanders give a disgusted "What's that smell?" look on their face, and then shoot me really nasty looks lol. I felt so bad for the people sitting next to me on the plane. 
I hadn't even slept in 48 hours by the time I got to the airport, which is part of what was making me so insane too. I remember laying in bed next to my boyfriend wide awake chewing gum all night for 3 nights straight, the last 3 nights I was there, not even using my phone or computer, just sitting in the dark hallucinating and thinking crazy thoughts. I'm talking seeing some end of the universe type shit, man!!! 
I don't remember the plane ride all that well, I was sitting there on the plane zoning out, breathing heavily, chewing gum the entire time. I think I kept thinking about the future and all the ways my life could go wrong. But thankfully I don't remember the suffering on the airplane that well anymore.
Edited by Crystal G (05/19/15 02:53 AM)
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Re: PCP Made Me Delusional and I Almost Murdered My Boyfriend [Re: Crystal G]
#21697141 - 05/19/15 04:32 AM (8 years, 8 months ago) |
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Welcome back Crystal G, despite the smell of old accumulated drugs you're getting a hug 
Yes you chainsmoking PCP is likely the cause of your unhinging, you stacked it so high that your round the clock blood levels mustve been quite intense.
Come to, find yourself. Heal.
You'll get it together again, you're made of strong stuff.
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Re: PCP Made Me Delusional and I Almost Murdered My Boyfriend (A Long Story) [Re: Crystal G]
#21697145 - 05/19/15 04:34 AM (8 years, 8 months ago) |
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Well this is the first post you've ever had that I enjoyed, I thought you were going to be the one killed in not to short of a time, either by the drugs or random crackheads. I have been very sad ever time I see you're situations. I could've tried to preach to you to stop but that wouldn't have done jack shit. Glad you came out this whole destructive path clean instead of dead. You seem like a nice girl with a troubled life, like a lot of us here.
I'm glad you're going uphill now and out of that (excuse my language) fucking crazy ass life style
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Re: PCP Made Me Delusional and I Almost Murdered My Boyfriend (A Long Story) [Re: Crystal G] 1
#21697159 - 05/19/15 04:48 AM (8 years, 8 months ago) |
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Thank you for sharing that.
I know it's the typical junkie story as you say, but I think someone might benefit from hearing it at your group. Some people might think nobody has gone through what they have gone through and have a hard time getting clean because of that thought, but upon hearing stories like yours, you might give people hope.
I have been completely delusional as well from drugs, shooting cocaine/heroin for a decade rotted my mind, I am well now but it's amazing how far out there one can get. Once you get sober you look back on that and think damn how did I live through that.
Anyway, nice to know you're doing better now. Keep moving forward.
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Re: PCP Made Me Delusional and I Almost Murdered My Boyfriend (A Long Story) [Re: Crystal G] 8
#21697161 - 05/19/15 04:49 AM (8 years, 8 months ago) |
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I only did PCP once and my best friend turned into Satan and tried to kill me, then I almost killed him. Then I shaved my long head of hair for a bowl of fruit loops. Once was enough for me.
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Re: PCP Made Me Delusional and I Almost Murdered My Boyfriend (A Long Story) [Re: Shroomism] 1
#21697177 - 05/19/15 05:00 AM (8 years, 8 months ago) |
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Shroomism said: Then I shaved my long head of hair for a bowl of fruit loops.
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Re: PCP Made Me Delusional and I Almost Murdered My Boyfriend (A Long Story) [Re: luvdemboomers]
#21697180 - 05/19/15 05:05 AM (8 years, 8 months ago) |
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To make matters worse the guy who said he would cut my hair said he had some buzzers but after I agreed to it all he could come up with was a rusty pair of scissors, so he chopped it all off with that, and it looked all lopsided and shit like a 2nd grade kid did it. That PCP is some whack shit. You will consider and do things you would never consider in normal reality, like chop your arm off.. and it wouldn't hurt.
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Re: PCP Made Me Delusional and I Almost Murdered My Boyfriend (A Long Story) [Re: Crystal G]
#21697233 - 05/19/15 05:47 AM (8 years, 8 months ago) |
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Crystal G said: Hey guys, so I was planning on sharing this story at this Narcotics Anonymous meeting that I consider to be my home group. But I'm more of an introvert and felt more comfortable sharing this story on the internet first.
So, some of you guys know the story about how I moved to Philadelphia and filed an application for a marriage license within 2 weeks of meeting some guy I met off the street and smoked crack with. So what happened was, I relapsed and everything spiraled out of control for me, so the last thing on my mind was even thinking about going through with the marriage license and getting married.
For me, this relapse was one the worst and the most severe relapses I've ever had. I was doing a bundle of dope a day (which is like the equivalent of 10-14 stamps for you people not familiar with East Coast terminology), and getting 40mg of methadone dose from the clinic on top of that. On top of THAT, I was smoking $100 worth of rock a day, AND smoking 6 PCP cigarettes on top of that. I didn't even realize until recently just how paranoid and delusional I was.
I thought I could control it. Even 60 days after going to detox and rehab and getting sober, I've been having these thoughts. That it was the CRACK that made me lose control, that it was the heroin that made me lose touch with reality. I thought up until recently that smoking PCP was fine, I justified it to myself because it was just a hallucinogen, it was harmless. For me, PCP made me really chill and relax, I would just smoke it, chill out in bed and watch stupid TV like The Bachelorette. I had no idea how it could possibly make people violent.
But one day, it eventually drove me to the point of psychosis. The more drugs that I did, the more and more paranoid I started getting of this guy I was supposed to marry. Basically, the very first time that we met, I was wandering the streets of Philadelphia looking to score drugs. I had just moved there, it was Christmas time, I was all alone and was walking around in the cold outside to see who I could approach for some of that infamous East Coast China White. And I met this guy, and within like an hour of meeting him, we smoked crack and had sex together. So basically, he was some random crackhead that I met on the street, and I was making plans within a week to fucking marry this guy. (We're still together BTW because he ended up being very sincere and lovable, but that only happened because I was extremely lucky. I definitely don't recommend anybody else make the choice that I did.)
I'm also very lucky, because my boyfriend was the one who convinced me to go back to California to go see my family. I honestly didn't even want to leave. The only reason I even came back to California and got to check myself into rehab is because of him. If it weren't for him pushing me, I would still be back in Philadelphia doing the exact same shit I was doing before.
So here's what happened. I had been smoking PCP cigarettes for close to a month straight on top of all the other drugs I was doing, I was doing it so often that I'm not even joking, I was tripping balls and feeling its effects for weeks after I stopped. I was tripping balls so hard, that I had an epiphany, and convinced myself that the universe was composed of a giant crack rock. And that's how the big bang started… was by some godly figure out there smoking a crack rock. And the crack rock exploded, and created all the planets and all the stars. Which makes sense, if you understand how crack pops and explodes as you smoke it. And suddenly, life made sense to me. The REAL reason life was so chaotic, and the reason societies and everybody's lives kept spiraling out and out of control, was because the universe was one giant crack rock. IT ALL. MADE. SENSE.
Like I said, I was already long fucking gone and had completely lost touch with reality long before I even made the decision to come here. So, I was at the airport getting ready to fly back to California, I was still hallucinating, still delusional, had been withdrawing from heroin and methadone for 72 hours. They had these TV screens by the gate, so while waiting to board the plane I was zoning out and watching TV to make time go by.
Well, on the TV screen, I saw that they were looking for a suspect who was apparently snatching children from West Philly neighborhoods and raping them. This apparently took place in West Philly, and the suspect was driving a red Volkswagen golf, which happened to be the exact same car that my boyfriend drove, and the exact same neighborhood that he lived in. The suspect was described as 5'10, black or Hispanic or "mixed race," and of a slim build, which is exactly the characteristics that my boyfriend could pass for. Exactly how many 5'10, mixed-race-looking guys in West Philly drove a red Volkswagen?
The first thing that I did when I got back to California, was that I phoned the Philadelphia police department, and I demanded to know the license plate number of the red Volkswagen the child rape suspect was driving. The officer on the line refused, saying that they weren't allowed to release that kind of information. I was like, "No, you'd better FUCKING TELL ME, right FUCKING NOW!!!!" I think the officer on the phone recognized the aggression in my tone of voice, and was worried that I was probably going to go out and track down the suspect and commit a homicide against him if she gave out his license plate to me. And she was right.
I was back at home, pacing around the room back and forth thinking to myself, "He FUCKING DID IT. I can't believe it. I swear to god, if he's fucking doing this, he is going to FUCKING DIE. There's no other choice. I HAVE to kill him."
I'm not even joking, I drew out a plan on a diagram, about how I was going to steal my parent's car, drive all the way to Philadelphia probably in under 3 days without even sleeping. I was going to stop by Arizona or Texas somewhere along the way, pick up a sniper rifle, and just park and sit outside of his house until he came out. And I was planning on shooting the motherfucker dead as soon as he came out of the house, because of my delusion. I even had my own suicide letter written out for afterwards. I didn't care how much money or time I spent. If I had to spend the rest of my life tracking this guy down just to have the satisfaction of shooting him myself, I was going to do it.
To me, there was no other way. I HAD to kill him to make things right. I was a citizen of the earth, and I was going to carry out swift justice, Crystal G style.
They ended up catching the guy by the way, and it wasn't my boyfriend. And I should have known that it wasn't him all along. But because I was so messed up in the head from all the drugs, and so completely detached from reality, I was just a ball of paranoia because at this point he was still somewhat of a stranger to me. And my paranoia was fueling my anger, and turning into homicidal rage because of it. It wasn't until I sobered up that I realized how delusional I was.
I remember accusing him of committing this crime while withdrawing, and his response was: "You think I'm out snatching kids off the street and raping them? Holy shit. Crystal, THOSE DRUGS HAVE FRIED YOUR BRAIN." 
I'm sure to all you men out there, that is the worst accusation that anybody could ever possibly dream up of, and that would be your biggest fear and nightmare, to be falsely accused of something like that.
This wasn't even a realization that I had until recently. After I went and checked myself into detox on a whim, I had actually forgotten all about this happening. I just remembered this all of a sudden after 60 days clean and sober, and I realized, "Holy shit, I almost murdered my boyfriend because I was so fucked up and delusional on drugs." That's a scary thought! Because sober, I realize that he is the LAST person who would do something like that.
I sometimes wonder what would have happened if I hadn't checked myself into detox. Would I have shot him? Maybe if I was lucky, would I have found myself driving back to the East Coast before reality sunk back in again, and I realized I was acting crazy? IF I was lucky. But what would have happened to my life then?
Suddenly, it made sense to me just how people could kill on PCP. It wasn't so much the fact that it made you aggressive and violent, it's the fact that it makes you lose touch with reality so far, that you begin to justify homicide to yourself.
I'm so glad I'm clean now. Thank you for listening to my story.
So after listening to this story. And having had multiple disagreements with you in the past. Just answer me this one question. How the hell am I or anyone else suppose to take any argument you throw at anyone seriously after reading that.
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Re: PCP Made Me Delusional and I Almost Murdered My Boyfriend (A Long Story) [Re: Shroomism] 1
#21697243 - 05/19/15 05:52 AM (8 years, 8 months ago) |
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ik its fucked up but i wanna try pcp, like just to see...
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Re: PCP Made Me Delusional and I Almost Murdered My Boyfriend (A Long Story) [Re: Bassfreak]
#21697245 - 05/19/15 05:54 AM (8 years, 8 months ago) |
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Just make sure it's not too entertaining.
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Re: PCP Made Me Delusional and I Almost Murdered My Boyfriend (A Long Story) [Re: Crystal G] 4
#21697258 - 05/19/15 06:05 AM (8 years, 8 months ago) |
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by clean you mean taking subs everyday and the occasional shoot up right?
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Re: PCP Made Me Delusional and I Almost Murdered My Boyfriend (A Long Story) [Re: Oldgregg] 2
#21697271 - 05/19/15 06:16 AM (8 years, 8 months ago) |
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I don't understand why people freak on Crystal G so much.
You know that saying " Live like you're dying " ?... She did this.
She made some good memories and had a lot of fun. I'll read this pcp story later.
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Re: PCP Made Me Delusional and I Almost Murdered My Boyfriend (A Long Story) [Re: Distorted Vision] 2
#21697275 - 05/19/15 06:20 AM (8 years, 8 months ago) |
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Crystal, you know yourself best. People here be hating, but others are just glad you're okay. Keep that in mind.
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