Angel dust was a thing where I was at in my teens. I had a friend that had an ounce of it for some reason, typically we would pick up a pinner for a few bucks. He rolled a bomber joint with it that we smoked and the group decided it would be a rush to climb the signal tower over the train tracks and wait for a train to go by underneath. I somehow decided not to join in and rode my motorcycle home.

I remember it was like I was playing a video game not like I was really riding. I didn't die that day and made it home. Someone was passing a joint of it around during our graduation from High School, I knew I had to deal with the family after so I passed it on.