So, you may have heard about this already, but I was surprised to find out how many kids in my little town are now “dusting”. I mean, seriously, we’re like two years behind what’s happening in places like New York on most things. But the dangerous stuff? Looks like we can keep up.
My dad says that (in like the thirties or something, when he was cool) there was a drug called Angel Dust (PCP for the science crowd) that got really popular for a while. It’s made out of an animal tranquilizer, and it pretty much made people crazy and violent in addition to getting them high. Like shoot-your-dog-or-your-best-friend crazy. It can even kill you the first time you take it if you react to it badly. Sounds like fun. I know I want to get me some, right?
Now the updated, post Fae Day version of Dust has hit the streets, courtesy of the pixies. After mixing a potion for my bestie Lizbet that was supposed to help her stay awake, I found out the hard way that pixie dust is a drug you don’t want to mess with. I really learned my lesson about using a magical ingredient without looking into the possible side effects. Seriously, I could have messed her up. Even thinking about that makes me want to tear up my sorceress badge.
But look, here’s the thing: pixie dust is useful in some spells. Think Peter Pan. Not *exactly* like Peter Pan because you can’t just get some on you and then fly around the room. But fae who have the magic to move through the aether can use pixie dust to bring other people along for the flight. So, yeah, it’s like beam-me-up-Scotty useful for that.
The flip side is if you ingest it (eat it, snort it, inject it, or whatever), you “fly” in a whole other way. You’re full of energy and feel like you can do anything. But you lose your common sense, too, like you do any time you’re high. That can lead to doing some really stupid stuff you’ll wish you hadn’t done. Never my first choice. I only do stupid stuff I want to do.
Anyway, if that sounds like fun, hold up for a minute before you go out and try to snag a pixie to get your fix. Because the downside is that the high lasts a few hours at first, but then you crash. And you crash big-time. If you don’t get another jolt from the dust, you’re pretty much going to go unconscious where you’re at. We’ve had kids around here who’ve had bad car and bike accidents from falling asleep without warning when the buzz wore off.
Eventually, you’ve got to take dust almost constantly to get the same effect as you started with. I’ve seen pictures of kids who were badly bit up from dusting and then going out to catch pixies to get more dust to feed their habits. That’s just stupid. Leave catching pixies to the professionals. (This is where I put in the plug for Ron Ross’s Magical Pest Control. Smooth, right?)
Anyway, that’s my public service announcement for today. Hit me up in the comments if you have a particular kind of magical creature you’re interested in hearing about, and I’ll see what I can do.
Tanji Ross, Sorceress
Two Months, 6 days after Fae Day