The Day I May Have Died

As a high school student, I often decide to go to one of the various restaurants around town for lunch. Today was one such day. Originally I hadnt actually been planning to, I had been planning to eat when I got home; it was an exam day so I would be home earlier than usual. But my friend, who I'll call Stumpy, since theres probably some law against using his name, wanted fries enough that he offered to pay for me. That cinched it. Free food, I was in.

So we crossed the street to go to a fish and chips place. Under its old management I, as well as many other students, had frequented it, but I hadnt seen it under its new management. Now I know why. We walked in and the place looked no different than it had a few months before. Except that there were no students, and we had to wait about twenty minutes to order our fries.

After said twenty minutes, the creepiest guy I have ever seen showed up. He was asian, korean I think, had a hood obscuring a large amount of his face, was sweating profusely, and spoke only in whispers. No bullshit, the guy was actually like this. Immediately, I marked him as a possible danger and probable crack fiend.

It only gets worse from there. 'You wanna order man?' he whispered to us. Stumpy, not phased in the least, ordered the fries and we waited again. Five minutes later, CrackFiend was back again. In whispers, he said
CrackFiend: You wanna drink man?
Me ( Before Stumpy could say anything) : Not really.
CrackFiend: You wanna drink if it's free?
Stumpy: Sure!

Then CrackFiend went to the kitchen, and carried back two Cranberry drinks IN HIS POCKETS, hiding them from the other employees. He handed them to us. I was smart enough not to drink it, but Stumpy gulped his down. CrackFiend returned about ten minutes later and we got our fries and left.

End of story? You wish. CrackFiend watched us as we left. But that's not the main part of the story. When we got back to the school, Stumpy asked if I drank my drink.
Me: You kidding? It's probably poisoned!
Stumpy: Cmon, I drank mine.
Me: Nah, man.
Stumpy: What, are you a wuss?

That was a challenge. I took the drink out and I poured it down my throat. Nobody challenged Chris Barnes.

Stupid Chris Barnes. Right now I'm feeling a bit naugeous and I think I might die.
I'll keep you posted.