Here's a little morality tale about the date rape drug, ghb.

My friend from college (Kevin) started hanging out with this sexy sophomore girl who slept with a lot of guys. I think it was around 57. Or 67. To the guys she didn't give it to she would shower naked with them, but wouldn't let them touch her vagina or boobs. I never got to shower naked with her.

This girl used to take gbh with her ex-boyfriend before she started to see Kevin. They would do it for fun at night, then wake up the next morning having no idea what happened the night before.

One night while Kevin was over at her place, the girl's ex came over and was real pissed off. He started screaming "whore" from outside her apartment window and banging on her door.

This was one of the nights when Kevin that he had a good chance at being Mr 58, but because of the interuption nothing happened.

Kevin eventually left her apartment building and found that her ex had carved into her door, "Kevin, she had herpes." Which was a nice bit of information to have, and it was true - along with many other diseases which would have taken too long carve on someone's door while on ghb.

Which is the point of my story here. The girl's ex never remembered carving anything on her door, or screaming at her window. He was too fucked up on the date rape drug to remember any of that. The point is . . . ghb saved my friend from getting herpes.