July 28th, 2004


Weho Caution

One of my friends told me that his friend was attacked in West Hollywood in front of his apartment just a few weeks ago. The story is a little disturbing, especially because this friend is neither an alarmist nor prone to exaggerate.

He walked home from a club, and only remembers being jumped in front of his place. He believes he was hit by a baseball bat. He basically woke up the next morning in front of his place, wrists bruised and body scraped. He was raped, and evidence suggests he was drugged.

Frighteningly, this certainly isn't the only incident, and as you talk about it with people, you start hearing more stories (and less often heard is someone getting caught, so these people are still out there). A good friend of mine had someone slip something in his drink several years ago. Fortunately someone saw him dazed and being led out by a someone, and was able to grab him and ask what was up before the man could get him out of the club.

Bottom line: While not going all paranoid, it's important to realize these things do happen even in gay clubs, where we generally feel safe since, let's face it, it's not like str8 clubs where brawls breaking out is the norm. These crimes often go unreported, and rarely make the news.

The usual being aware of your surroundings aside, it's probably not a bad idea to limit walking back to your car alone (and don't let friends either) while this person or persons remain uncaught.

A few other reminders (I know I forget about these sometimes):
  • Try to ONLY take drinks from the bartender

  • if a friend hands you a drink, don't just take it; ask him where he got it. Too many times, someone trying to drug you will hand the drink to a friend of your's to give to you. Your friend, tipsy and unaware, just hands it to you.

  • Don't ever leave your drink unattended—even to go to the bathroom. If you do by accident, toss it out and get another. Seriously, the $5-10 bucks you may save on a drink aren't worth the risk.

  • Keep an eye out for your friends and yourself. These things happen fast. GHB, for example, only takes 10-20 minutes to kick in, and with a large enough dose, you will first get disoriented and very soon will likely pass out. Seriously, it will come on and escalate fast. If you feel yourself feel weird (especially if it's more than you should based on what you drank) just find one of your friends to hang around quickly, and don't let anyone distract you from that task.
I know we're told this shite all the time, but time has a way of getting us to forget—until of course we hear of it happening again.
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eff zer0 my ass

I'm so tired.

I was up at.. ugh... 7 a.m. this morning to drive to the desert office, where it was a breezy 110 degrees. I don't like mornings. I like them even less at 7 a.m.

On top of all this, I think there must be some weird cosmic thing going on—like the Moon must be in Uranus or something—because there have been malfunctions.

On Friday, a faulty power supply in my computer at work fries my hard drive. Fortunately, I recognize the click of death fast enough to throw a USB drive on there and get my data off. This is the second time I've had a hard drive crash but get my data off right before it takes its last breath. I feel like Ponch on "CHiPs" when he gets out right before the car explodes. (Ever notice, the car always explodes?)

Yesterday, a few work/site-related problems crop up. The cosmic malfunction continues as I pump up my tires. The auto shutoff thingy that lets me set my desired tire pressure wasn't working for some reason. No biggie. But then as I'm driving to Del Taco for Taco Tuesday, listening to the 6 CDs on "Shuffle" I'd burned a couple days prior ," I hear "War All the Time" end after which "CD 5" appears in the display as it goes to pick a random song on CD 5. It's taking too long. It complains: "CD ERROR F0."


I pull over and proceed to EJECT the CD magazine. Clicky-Clicky-Clicky. Nothing. No ejection.


Long story short: CD magazine not coming out. I did contemplate performing surgery, but the car's still under warranty. Far be it for me to void it, so I had to resort to using a cassette adapter and my Rio. I'll be damned if I'm going to be a slave to Clear Channel's crappy programming!

Fast forward to 7 am this morning. I tell my boss that every time, without fail, that I drive to the desert, on the way back, the "Service Engine" light always comes on. Now there's some sort of recall on my car about this (some silliness about the Service Engine Soon light, possible engine shut off, blah blah). At least with something urgent like my CD changer breaking, I can finally get that recall taken care of while it's in there. About 5 minutes after I tell him this, the "Service Engine" light comes to life. I tell you, the car knows. I secretly suspect the lady in the navigation system is telling the car's computer where we're going, and the "Service Engine" light is its only cry of protest.

I have an appointment on Friday to take the car in.

These early mornings do not agree with me.

Now, please get the Moon of Uranus already. I don't need anything else to break.
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