October 26th, 2008

Gryphon Stompy

I can't believe....

Folks, I have performed in a lot of places. I've done shows in the shadiest, stinking pits of redneck bars in the southern US. I've performed in some of the roughest large cities on the east and west coasts of America. But no one has ever tried to poison me... until now.

My condition at the fur party actually prompted Rapido to call the police and an ambulance. Though I didn't wind up using them, they both felt from the description Rapido gave, that I'd been purposely alcohol poisoned, likely by someone I accepted a drink from.

Now, I'm sure someone out there is snickering with a friend or two, thinking "Oh, I so pwned him." To this person, whomever he is... you have no idea how close you came to being investigated for murder. You hadn't considered the fact that I'd already had a bit to drink earlier in the night. When *I* called police myself after I returned to my hotel, they tested me and said my blood alcohol level was 0.41. That is above the dosage of alcohol that is considered lethal. They said there was no way I could have naturally gained that alcohol level from the few beers and couple of shots I drank over the evening. They also said that if I hadn't just happened to be someone who drinks practically all the time, I would most probably be dead right now. Okay, let that sink in for a minute. Dead.

So, thank you very much, whoever-you-are. I'm going to be spending at least a day of my trip to England recovering from this. And unless someone does it for me, the only possibility of me coming back to one of your furmeets is if I find out who you are, because I WILL stuff about half your teeth down your throat.

To everyone else, I sincerely apologize for the terrible quality of my performance. I was trying my best to do it while alcohol poisoned and I'm sure I stank pretty bad.
Gryphon Stompy

More details about last night.

So, now that I'm finally regaining my coherence, I'll start at the beginning. And I think this is something that everyone should pay attention to because it's something that is affecting the whole fur fandom...

I went to the furmeet in London, where I had a couple of beers. Afterwards, I went to the place the after party and my performance was to take place. I ordered another beer and drank it slowly, leaving it unattended on more than one occasion and coming back to it later.

At time for my performance, I felt coherant and ready for the show, pleasantly buzzed because of the beer. I started my material. Someone brought up two shots that other people had gotten for me and I drank them.

That is the last thing I remember about the evening. I don't remember doing my show, getting off stage, travelling back to my hotel or getting into bed. I went from being coherant to being nearly comatose in a span of twenty minutes.

My condition was apparently so obviously wrong that Rapido called the police and an ambulance from just observing me. The opinions of both departments was that I had been intentionally poisoned, possibly by a date rape drug or other kind of "roofie".

Some people have written to me, concerned that I looked a bit depressed or sad after the show I gave. They figure I was disappointed in the audience. The fact is, I have no idea. I simply don't remember. However, what you were probably seeing was the effects of the drug someone slipped me.

Now... this is the part I want to make clear.

Yes, whoever did this is a douchbag. But a good part of what happened is MY fault. *I* was being a dumbass. I was accepting drinks from people I didn't know and I was leaving my drinks unattended, open for anyone to do anything to them. I fell into the mistake of being too trusting to people I didn't know. This isn't the fandom that it used to be. It's a mistake to simply trust someone who calls themself a fur these days. Furries can be just as mean, hateful and cruel as anyone else. And I think this is an important thing to remember.

As it happens, today I also learned that there was a con in the US -- Oklacon -- where a friend of mine and another person also got roofied and dangerously ill. It happened on the same night it happened to me. There was also a similar incident at this past AnthroCon.

It's important to realize that if this can happen to me, it can happen to any of you. It's becoming a real problem in the fandom, and is probably a result of the gay and raver night club scenes converging into the fandom. It's a problem that I believe needs to be addressed by con staffs and kept in the mind of furries everywhere.

However, there is a simple solution. This kind of thing could never happen if you do the thing I DIDN'T do and just be sensible. Don't accept drinks from people you don't know. Be safe and use your head. If what happened to me has any value at all, it's a good example of what can happen to you if you're reckless and unsafe when at any event of this kind. Don't let this kind of thing ruin your good time. Be sensible and safe.

This has not caused me any bad feelings toward England or the Brit furs at all. What I said about not coming back again... I was just very angry at the time. I'll return if the furs want me here again.

In short, the the fact is I was being stupid and I had this coming. I was
practically asking for it. I'm so used to accepting drinks from people I don't know that it's a miracle this didn't happen to me a long time ago. So don't be angry with the person who did it. It was really my own lack of responsibility that caused it and it was a big wake up call for me.

However, I shall continue to go to cons and furmeets and entertain where I can. If I were to let this scare me into stopping, then the bastard would have won. I will have a few new rules about drinking at these events, but other than that, nothing will change.