My home state just busted a serial killer a few months ago for murdering/raping at least 5 women. What's so fucked up is I had met him when I first started dancing and and he actually told me weird stories that are hard to remember fully, because after one long island I don't remember anything much but his face. I saw him like 2 weeks later and confronted him, told my boss he roofied me, the guy left after 10 minutes and I never saw him again.
One of the girls found me in the bathroom on the floor and said management put me in the work van to sleep it off. I did wake up there and have the slightest of memory, but I felt so heavy I couldn't keep my eyes open. They thought I was just drunk. I feel like I have a guardian angel or something after I saw that news article because I keep thinking "what if..?" I feel so lucky now, but back then I didn't even realize what kind of person that was... be so wary of people, I guess. He looked handsome enough that I didn't even watch my drink like a dummie



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I'm sorry you had that happen, and you are lucky management got you out of there and away from his reach.
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