Posts Tagged ‘PCP’

Man Pleads Guilty to Attacking Girl on H Street NE in Middle of Day While on PCP

A D.C. man pleaded guilty to attacking and attempting to sexually assault a 9-year-old girl in the middle of the day on H Street NE.
Demetrick Littlejohn, 27, pleaded guilty Friday in D.C.'s Superior Court to one count of attempted second-degree child sexual abuse in a type of plea where he did not actually admit to committing [...]

Bath Salts Can’t Rival PCP in Washington

Bath salts might get all the blame these days when someone has a drug-fueled freakout, but addiction blog The Fix reports that it hasn't taken many users from PCP in Washington and other East Coast cities:
The synthetic meth analog got major bad press last year as the new monster-making killer drug epidemic. But in the [...]

“Lunching on the Boat” Not as Innocent as It Sounds

If someone invited you to "lunch on the boat," you'd probably be into it, right? Maybe they're a good chef, and have a houseboat.
But be wary! "Lunching on the boat" actually means being high on PCP, according to a new opinion from the D.C. Court of Appeals, which is apparently way more up on the [...]

D.C.’s Burgeoning PCP Problem?

According to prosecutors, the Toyota Camry 37-year old Mary Elizabeth Wimbush was driving with her four children inside on April 12, 2010, "traveled approximately 47 feet backward after impact."
On Jan. 7, the clean-cut, caramel-colored 35-year-old believed responsible hung his head as Judge Thomas Motley read an account of what happened. Though he'd [...]

Weekend in Review: Don’t Forget to Take Your Acid! Love, Mom

The Washington Post Magazine's lead story Sunday involved a twenty-something who goes to India to find his uncle, who's become some sort of Hare Krishna guru-king.
It turns out that when your uncle's a guru, he acts a little weird. He sits on a bed with the writer in silence, smirking. But I think the weirdest [...]

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Our Morning Roundup: Leave the John Alone!

After learning that someone had posted the transcript from last weekend's prostitution sting on City Desk and the Sexist, I had to ask myself: What the fuck is our problem? Aren't we the alternative weekly in town? Aren't finger-wagging and gotcha blog items the purview of the nannying prudes at the Post and the Examiner, [...]

What A Drug Sentence Looks Like

Just before 3 p.m., Judge Harold Cushenberry Jr. sentences Dante Dickens. The judge had found him guilty of the PCP charge (aka holding a dipper while asleep at the wheel of an idling car on Alabama Avenue). Before the judge could issue his penalty, he had to hear from the prosecutor and defense attorney.
The prosecutor [...]

The Dipper Man Faces The Judge

The Dipper Man has nodded off. Dante Dickens is sitting outside Courtroom 321. His belly is full of Burger King. His eyes are closed. His shiny head tilts off to the left against his jacket color. He is wearing his work boots, dark blue work pants, and a work shirt with his name sewn on [...]

Sweating Out A Simple Drug Case

It is 12:30 p.m. and Officer Harris is sitting outside the courtroom with a fellow cop. Harris is reading an Examiner. The other cop is tearing through James Patterson's Violets Are Blue. Both just testified in the case of the dipper man who fell asleep at the wheel. But there's been one snag.
A prosecution witness—the [...]

A Cop, A Dipper, And Courtroom 321

Officer Harris takes the escalator up to the third floor inside D.C. Superior Court. He then does what all officers must do every morning in the courthouse: check in on his case. He walks over to courtroom 321 and scans the printout case list taped to the door. His case is there.
It's almost 9 a.m. [...]

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