Originally Posted by Anthony

Poppy, Lisa, Rey Rey, Mark, and myself were invited down to Nikki's Beach in South Beach, by Raja of Sex Search.

We were having a great time, enjoying the music, being out on the beach, mojito's and great company.

Mark Womack I guess was looking for smokes and opened up a pack, inside were Rophynol's, aka Roofies. Mark threw that shit away asap, and we all dumped our drinks.

I'm chilling laying down on the beds they have at our table, and Rey Rey is complaining his stomach hurts. Within 20 minutes, he is gone to the world. I've seen this man drink bottles of alcohol, and he had less than 2 drinks. So we figured, Roofies.

Who the fuck gets off on this shit? Really? Fucking with people like that? I was fucking livid, totally killed my good feeling vibe. I talked to Rey a little while ago as he was boarding the plane, and he STILL sounds out of it, and remembers flashes of last night, but all hazy.

Poppy and Lisa were getting offered drinks at the bar, which they turned down, fucked up.