So. Hi. I couldn't find the link to add to this thread about a certain male named Night train, scar under his left eye, dog named Angel.
Met him at Georgia Nationals in July, we hung out, I thought he was okay to say the least, but fuck I was wrong dude. He called me his wife, tried getting me to go to Canada with him but that's not the worst part yet.
I was walking down to kiddie village when I realized he was following me. I kept walking trying to ignore him. He followed me all the way to the kitchen, told me to sit (mind you I was severely dehydrated after a night of dosing) I didn't think anything wrong of it. He got up, got me a drink and told me that he was worried about me.
Weird ass vibe that I ignored right there. Me being my naive self I drank what he gave me, to only start feeling absolutely terrible, I realized he must have done something to my drink. I kept trying to get up (against his wishes.) But I finally did. I got help from red moon lodge to get to my now partner. Don't fucking trust anyone named night train.