I was on the road and staying at Savahnah,Ill.
Has anyone been drugged by opponent? I am not sure but I think it happened to a friend.
To make a long story short. He was playing good, the guy buys him a drink, 15 minutes later he can't make a ball. The bet was jacked he lost a bundle. He was feeling a little dizzy but not bad, only if he raised up off the shot fast. He also felt like he couldn't make the right decisions. An old pool player friend of ours told us he was "Jared".
Does anyone know what to "Jar" someone means? Or what is used to "Jar" an opponent?
I was on the road. I ran into a guy named Bob that had a bar there. This was around 1985. Unfortuanately at this time of my life I had just discovered the world of cocaine. So i was doing a little or should I say alot of chemicals already.
86 I went to treatment and figure it out but I almost got killed by someone putting something in my Pepsi.
I went to a bigger city in Iowa about 1 1/2 hours away and was looking for some action. I found a game. I was spotting this guy the 7 ball. It seemed like a pretty good game. I had won a couple of thousand and the guy seemed like he had no chance to win.
I had about 9,000 on me. Now we were going to play some 2,000 dollar sets. I was always careful with my drink. My pepsi was in a paper cup with a plastic cover with a straw. I really kept an eye out for anyone getting near my stuff.
I know now why this guy that seemed like he had no chance kept playing. They had already got to my Pepsi. It had to be the guy at the pool hall that loaded it up. But at first it almost worked to my benefit. I won the first set and I felt a little different but i already had drugs in my system so sometimes I did feel a little more or less strange.
I remember I got another Pepsi because i was real thirsty. I don't even remember what happened after that.
I do remember trying to drive the car back to Savahnah and seeing the bright lights from the cars going by and the horns honking because i don't think I was driving very well. Every once in a while I remember hearing the tire hitting the gravel on the right side of the road.
Somehow I got to Savahnah and there was a hospitol there. I knew I was in trouble but I thought it was from my own self drug use that had caused this. So I almost didn't stop there.
I drove up to the hospitol and then I realised i couldn't seem to even be able to talk. Good thing they knew what to do.
These guys had loaded up my Pepsi with PCP. They gave me a dose in the beginning but I was just seeming to play better. So they gave me another dose. The doctor told me I could have and maybe should have died. I was in the hospitol for 5 days. I was in pretty rough shape. I think they wanted me to stay longer but I just left. It took me about 2 weeks to feel better. That really messed me up.
Who knows. I might still not be right.
I went back to this poolhall and tried to get a game with this guy again. He wanted nothing to do with me. Like he was scared to death.
You see when I got to the hospitol I had no money. They got it all and I don't even remember what happened.
Just happy I was still alive.................:angel2::clapping:.