So Friday night Greg and I went to Chino with our buddy, Dave who was in town for the week. We were having a nice time chatting and having some drinks. I was discussing how my doc said that while I was on vacation I was supposed to come up with 10 things I could do other than smoke. I felt a hand on my back and thought it was Greg, but it was the guy sitting on the other (right) side of me.
I turned to look at him like ‘what the hell, buddy?’ and he said, “oh I’m sorry, I was just listening, I’m interested.� I said, “oh are you a smoker?� he said he was so I finished telling my story. Something about him made me suspicious, so I checked my wallet, but it was OK. I never even thought about him poisoning me.
I had 4 drinks that I remember. Next thing I knew I was home, sitting on my back steps drinking water and talking to Dave. Apparently I missed somewhere around four hours.
Here’s what was told to me:
Emilia (bartender) noticed me falling off my barstool and told Greg. He propped me up and realized something was wrong. He took me outside. Tried to revive me. I think he said Emilia came out too. Greg left me with Dave and he (Greg went to get the car). By the time Greg came back I was pretty much dead weight. They had to carry me (which explains all the bruises al over my body, everything hurts). I had zero motor skills.
They got me home and tried to get me to drink water. I was having trouble swallowing, they couldn’t get me to drink any water. Dave poured water on me (soaking me) but that didn’t do anything either except require a clothing change later. At some point I threw up.
I am 99.9% positive that the “cute” boy who was so interested in my smoking tips slipped me a Mickeywhile I went to the bathroom or out for a smoke.
Friday night I had the worst set of nightmares. One in which Greg was hissing in a deep demonic voice that he was satan.
Another one involved one guy pick up a puppy and throw it hard into the street. It landed with a splat and tried to get up but it’s front legs were broken.
There were others but those are the only ones I remember. I know I woke up in a terrified sweat many times.
Yesterday I was nauseous and woozy all day. Went from starving to unable to eat anything at the drop of a hat. Headache, and sore all over (both bruises and muscle soreness)sore throat (not really ‘sore’, but constricted feeling).
Today, two days later, my throat still feels swollen, like it’s hard to swallow and I get these stabbing headaches that last only a short time but are really strong when they’re there. Still feel sick occasionally.
Asshole. I hope I see him again.
Here’s a description:
He looked like a young (maybe 22 year-old) version of actor Chris O’Donnell. But with blond hair. Clean cut/shaven, thin lips, he was wearing polo shirt. Don’t remember the color of his eyes. I’m thinking blue, but it’s really hard to tell in that orangey light of the bar.
So if you see anyone fitting that description give him a knee in the nuts for me. Wait, don’t. It could be a different guy.
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This post was written by Amy on July 17, 2005
