ABSTRACT
I got another wake-up call in July of 1995 when I got PCP. 1 I stared death in the face. I didn't like what I saw. It is odd how you receive things like "you have a 50-50 chance of surviving this" or "You are going to get worse before you get better" or "If your body accepts the medicine, you'll survive." I was dumb-founded. I was, once again, saying "It won't happen to me." Such a cocky bitch!
