Chapter 17
I drew my joggers back up and picked up my phone. Dialed Asamoah's number and he picked up on the first ring.
Me: "Yo, What did you guys put in those drinks at the party?"
Asamoah: "Uh, Did you drink from the dispenser?"
Me: "Yes, where else would I have drunk from?"
Asamoah: "No, no! The dispenser liquor wasn't meant for you... it was for special people."
Me: "Special people? What do you mean?"
Asamoah: "It contained..." (He mentioned some drug I either didn't care to know or can't remember. All I knew was it was an aphrodisiac.)
Me: "Man, you've gotten me into trouble. What am I supposed to do now?"
Asamoah: "What's your blood group?"
Me: "I don't know, man... Talk to me!" I said with sudden energy. Wait—blood group? I hadn't been to a hospital in almost 9 years. Why would I know my blood group?
Asamoah: "Hmm! For it to take this long before affecting you, you must be O+."