Sexual harassment
The Time I Got Roofied and Why I am Pro-Choice
On the New Year’s eve of 1998-1999, I went out with my friends to the West end of 4th street. My friend, Rebecca, went to pick up a platter of drinks. After I drank one of those drinks, I don’t remember anything. At all. Until the next day at noon. Only years later did I put it all together.