Post #1716156

Ten years ago I went to a work colleague's stag-do. I got very drunk off of numerous pints of lager and shots and the night was going great, until we went to a gay nightclub. Someone in our group got very belligerent with me when he was asking me what kind of drink I'd want. At the time, I thought he was going to seriously hurt me (the alcohol was probably clouding my judgement), so I quietly removed myself from the situation and literally ran from that place. Unfortunately, the "friend" who I met up with after I bolted took me back to that place because he was more interested in scoring cocaine and dancing with other men than looking out for me.