Teleportation
I was out with an (ex) friend of mine, in the dead of winter in Scotland. We go to a club, he's on at me to do some fucking drugs concoction (he was a bit of a hobbyist in that area). I'm just out to get laid, so I say no. He spikes my fucking drink and gives me a dose of whetever the fuck it is. I'm completely unaware.

The rest of the evening is just flashes of memory. I'm out of the club with no coat. It's snowing. I'm getting a kicking. Wallet and keys have vanished. I'm getting very cold. I live about 7 miles away from the club. I get pulled into a car by some blokes. I've no strength to resist. I'm driven out to a roundabout on the ring road. I get pushed out. I get a kicking and when I can see again my shoes have gone. I'm lying in the middle of this roundabout. Not visible from the road, snow mounting on top of me , and I'm thinking: This is it, I'm going to die right here in the middle of this fucking roundabout. I close my eyes...

...and when I open them again I'm lying on the lounge floor of my house. I live alone, the house was still completely locked up with no windows broken or anything. I have no keys. I have no shoes. I feel like shit, I'm covered in bruises, but I'm warming up. I'm OK.

What the fuck happened there? Maybe I teleported. Maybe I did die and jumped a track somehow. I'm not a mental, so I can't really believe that stuff. It was all very fucking weird.

Anyway, I went round to the druggy bloke's house a couple of days later and when he answered the door and said "Fuck, were you out of it the other night mate, I was worried that I'd OD'd you." I popped him right on the fucking nose. I think I broke it. I turned on my heel and walked away. Never heard from the cunt again.
(suckfake Frisky biscuits, Fri 20 Aug 2010, 14:28, 2 replies)

Wow
He richly deserved the broken snout, what a prick!

If I were of a more spiritual bent, I might suggest that a certain guardian angel took you home... other than that I'm as intrigued as you are!
(AndyC4m Eject Eject [><], Fri 20 Aug 2010, 14:46, closed)

lucky
he deserved that smack and more. i'm all for drugs, but only voluntarily. i got spiked once in a club, suspect i probably grabbed the wrong drink. was woken up by policemen, in a small puddle of lurid green sick, under a bus shelter and told i couldn't sleep there. they were probably right, it was mid november, freezing cold, raining, and from the trail of neatly hung clothing, i'd been disrobing as i went for the last few yards before i honked and passed out.. leather jacket on one bush,m hoody on the next, shirt over someone's gatepost.. thank god i kept the trousers.
(UppityDamnPrimate LET'S OPEN THIS F*CKING PIT UP, Fri 20 Aug 2010, 15:06, closed)