When I was a kid, a “friend” who I smoked cigarettes with (maybe once a week behind the school) gave me a pcp/lsd laced cigarette as a “joke”. I woke up on my couch (somehow ended up home), still “tripping” and saw an angel hovering over me. It looked like a warrior holding a sword standing guard. It was pure light, but angry. I know I was still “tripping” or hallucinating (who knows) but I had the image inked on my shoulder.

I didn’t feel “violated”, but I still beat the shit out of my “friend” the next day. Because wtf.

Reminds me of a friend in military, he went to prison because he beat a dude to death with a hotel shower head for giving him a roofie in Seattle bar.. and he definitely knew he was violated. Seems justified but that’s the system we are in.