These Idaho murders of the four students is fascinating me and I’m following so many FBI agents and a Professor who teaches a course about murder at a university in Washington. I am just obsessed.
Why?
I had a best friend in a very different life. We’ll call her Shawna, we were close. She and I would go to the Pullman/Moscow area a couple weekends per year for the sole purpose of bar hopping. She had grins up there. Had friends there and so I’d go with her.
Her friend rented a house that neighbors this murder house!
So we go bar hopping and “Shawna” meets a guy and was going home with him. She dropped me off at her friend’a house and she had gone home with her boyfriend so I was there alone and the house was creepy as FUCK. Now, I was hammered and should have been immune to creepy house vibes but they penetrated several shots of tequila and many many Screaming Orgasms… And something about a Flaming Dr Pepper. I stayed awake until “Shawna” walked the walk of shame around 6:30am.
Ok, while we’re on this subject, the last time I ever went back there was after a night we were there again and she’d met some frat guys from The University of Idaho that wanted to take us “for a drive” and then to their house. I was damn near dragging my feet into the floor of this bar ( I think it was called, Black, it only had black lights, if you’re not aware, white bras show through your clothing. Mine went right into my purse) she got really drunk mad at me so I went. We drove into the middle of nowhere. Like, you couldn’t see any lights, nowhere. I was thinking “ Great, I’m gonna have to kill these fuckers with nothing but a bra!” I had Shawna give me her car keys so I could hold them between my fingers and made a fist. I’d babysat for a cop who in his off time would literally show me ways to kill, mame or disable attackers. He always said, “Forget that you’re a girl who’s supposed to be polite and gouge their fucking eyes out, bite their throat, punch up into their nose and shove it into their brain.” He was fun. Ended up getting fired from the police department, but I know that a piece of string across a persons nose bone will drop them to their knees and that it’s ok to rip a throat out so, I’d say it was worth it.
Finally she started crying and begging to be taken back to the bar. I let her go that route, I basically just started screaming obscenities and threatening their lives if they didn’t take us back. Maybe they thought I was too much crazy to deal with drunk but they did take us back and I didn’t end up on some missing person poster or with a throat dangling from my mouth.
Good times. The next time we saw her friends they came to Spokane instead of us going there and we went with other people. You’d Never have looked at her and thought “crazy stupid drunk.”
Have to run!
Me
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