Vegan chick with a slightly warped sense of humor. My pants are full of Nance.Ask ALL the questions
so today was the last day for a couple of my classes. and this kid came to class looking kind of rough. and then he starts telling the guy next to him (we’re a pretty small class compared to those in most universities. maybe we have 25 kids total and 20 turned up today) about how he woke up in Florence this morning. It was 2 pm and we go to school in Rome. And the guy was like, “What were you doing in Florence the morning before your classes??” and this kid is like, “I have no idea!”
the last thing he remembers is going to the Mcdonalds on Via del Corso (in Rome) for lunch yesterday, at around noon. he was alone and in the shopping part of town to get some christmas gifts. he hardly even remembers ordering his food. he was completely sober at the time.
some how, at some point, someone, probably at mcdonalds, drugged him. he literally remembers nothing from that point on until he woke up at 7:30 this morning.
he had bruises on his face, blood on his jeans (didn’t look like it was his but he didnt even know), a split knuckle, a brand new north face back pack, and a bunch of receipts from stores and bars and all over the place, mostly in florence. he woke up at the bottom of a stairwell in an apartment building.
he had some pics on his phone of him with women he didnt know at bars he didnt remember. one of the bars he had a receipt from was over a mile away from the florence train station.
after he got back to rome, he took a cab to our university. he hadn’t properly checked himself out, checked his credit cards, looked for his passport, or any of that. Everyone including the professor was telling him he had to get to a hospital and have them test him for any drugs that might still affect him.
this guy is definitely fit, and not really even the type of person you’d think someone would drug (i assume that you’d want to drug someone who’d be easy to overwhelm if they got out of hand).
of course i have heard way too many stories of women being drugged as well, and i always knew it could happen to guys. i never heard of anyone being drugged in the middle of the day, somewhere other than a bar, or for any other purposes than sexual violence or theft. but this guy still had his phone and his wallet, and he actually woke up with a nicer bag than he blacked out with. of course no one in class was asking him if there was evidence of any kind of sexual assault, but if there was, you couldn’t tell it from the way he was acting.
so i guess what i’m saying is, who drugs somebody just to take them bar hopping in another city? and how did this kid end up with someone else’s blood on his leg?
really scary shit. i’ve loved basically every minute of study abroad, but it’s stuff like this that makes me miss the familiarity and relative safety of home. of course, i go home in 11 days, whether i want to or not.
two dads have a conversation
"haha yes i’m going golfing on the weekend"
"hello going golfing on the weekend, i’m dad"
"hello dad, i’m dad"
"hello dad, i’m dad"
"hel̡lo ̀dad, ̢i͟’͜m̧ d́ąd"
"h̕͠͞e̶͘͟l̸̀ló ҉d̕͟ad͝,̷͞ ̢̛i͏̢’m̛͠ ̕ḑ̢͝a͏͢͝ḑ͠"
"H̶͟͏͜E̢͞L҉͏̸҉Ļ̵͘͞O̵͟͟͟ ͏̷̨͠Ḑ̀A̢̛̕͞͞D̸҉̢̕,̛͠ ͏̴Į̵̷̛͘’̀͟͏̵̕M̧͜͢͠ ͢͢͏́͢D̵À͞͝D͞"