from the LP Exit Planet Dust, Astralwerks Records, 1995Getting dusted is not an activity for the rookie drug user---indeed, smoking wet (a.k.a. sherm, stix, illy, angel dust, PCP) ranks among the more peculiar buzzes I indulged in way back when, like gravity giving you a swift kick to the dome-piece; quite frankly, the sensational news stories about users high on dust doing all manner of outlandish things weren’t far from the truth, albeit a tad bit overblown, as most of us enjoyed the weird underwater vibe of smoking wet without breaking things (i.e. walls, windshields, and by proxy, one’s own bones…) or tearing all our clothes off while screaming at the top of our lungs---that being said, I seen some people do some funny shit while under the influence. The claims of people having smoked supposedly “dusted” weed back in the day were also largely exaggerated, as anyone who’s smoked wet can tell you that the chemical smell of it, no matter what substance it winds up on, stands out; more likely, many people who thought they smoked tainted pot just wound up with a relatively strong bag of herb, had panic attacks, and attributed their reaction instead to one of the most demonized drugs in our modern history. On the whole, I really dug dissociating substances quite a bit during my Dionysian days, but they aren’t for everyone.
