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young girls and hard lessons learned... ~ October 23, 2002 - 4:36 p.m. still on the beach, still getting over this cold... it just about kicked my ass last night, it took me the longest time to get to sleep. but today I don't feel half bad, in spite of the fact that I've gotten to the disgusting hacking-and-spitting stage of things. at least that means I'm getting over it. louisa reappeared today. this is the first I've met her, she being a friend of brendan, tony, and patrick's who disappeared after the full moon party. it's a story. see, if anyone's going to get scammed in a strange country, it's brendan. he's got "I'm a sweet irish boy, do take advantage of me," written on his forehead. in kuala lumpur, some folks asked him where he was from. when he said ireland, they said "oh! we've got a sister who's going to nursing school in dublin, and she's a bit nervous... will you come and talk to her about ireland?" he, being the trusting sort, got in the car with them and was driven somewhere in the boondocks, a house where several people started working on him to give them money, saying they could take it to a casino and win big and split the proceeds. the "sister" never appeared... and one of the men there was missing the fingers from one hand. he told brendan it was from a motorbike accident, but later tee how told him that in malaysia you can lose your fingers in a card game. luckily, brendan had no money on him and did not get ripped off. neither did they hurt him, they even took him home in the end. bit of a scary time, though. then, in thailand, on the way back from the full moon party, brendan and louisa and some others piled into a boat to go back to thong nai paan beach. the boat drivers took them instead to an isolated beach on the other side of the point from thong nai paan and demanded 3,000 baht from everyone before they'd take them home. no one went for it, instead they got stranded, downcoast from where they wanted to be. they had a goofy game of survivor going... and then I'm a bit fuzzy on what happened. some guys came along and offered folks a place to stay with them, and I think louisa and tony, who'd been hooked up with her, went along with them. but then tony found a way back, and louisa refused to come, she was partying and didn't want to go. everyone found a way back in the end, but louisa still hadn't come back when I got to the beach. she didn't come back the next day, either, and then the guys were starting to get a little worried-- in spite of the fact that she is, apparently, an extremely irritating person. this morning, when she still hadn't come back, the guys were getting ready to go to the police with her picture, just in case they'd heard anything about a girl of her description. then she walked in to the cafe... and she was crying. apparently, she went off with two english guys who seemed really nice. they gave her a pill, which she took. she doesn't remember anything else until she woke up this morning, not knowing what day it was. she doesn't know if she was raped or not, but it's a good guess. there's not that many reasons for someone to hand a girl rohypnol, which you'd have to guess it probably was. there's been pictures taken with her camera, too, and she's a little afraid to get them developed. she doesn't want to go to the police, and the chances of them being able to do much are probably pretty slim anyway. we're all feeling pretty awful for her, though. who knows what led her to take a pill handed to her by strange men, but it's a hard lesson learned. She was lying down when I came into town. I'm going to see if she wants to talk later-- she doesn't know me, but everyone she does know here is male. they're all feeling a bit lost, not knowing how to be there for her. they don't even know her all that well. I've had no experience with things like this... said tony. unfortunately, I have. just let her know that you care about her, and that you're there for her, I tell them. I'll have to make sure she knows, later, that in spite of some of the lousy choices she made, she didn't deserve what happened to her. no one does. No one EVER deserves it.
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