I was drugged in a downtown bar last August. It was not on Rainey Street, and I obviously didn't drown. My best guess is I was targeted for theft, but I was with a buddy and was never alone so they didn't get the opportunity to rob me. He remembers me getting into my vehicle. I had no memory of getting home, however, and my wife found me facedown and naked on the floor the next morning. I had two drinks that night. At the time, there were reports of a gang from San Antonio coming up and drugging guys to rob them. I don't know what ever came of that or if it's connected to this potential serial killer.
I thought maybe I'd just become a serious lightweight, as I don't drink too often these days, and didn't go straight to the hospital. When I still couldn't get out of bed and hadn't eaten for three days, I went then. Whatever it was fucked me up so bad I'm still dealing with health issues stemming from that night, including a couple more trips to the emergency room.
Be careful out there, friends.