It was a work event, and most everyone from the Navy that I worked with plus some attended. We all were going out in celebration of a fellow co worker leaving our duty station and starting life in the civilian world. The celebration was also an event in celebration of my birthday, which was the day prior on the 30th of May.

The night was awesome! Everyone was drinking and communicating, alcohol was much a friend of ours thru the hours of the night. I arrived at 11:45 pm and midnight was nearing. My friend David had accompanied me to the occasion and we both had a little vodka before we started drinking at the club, just to save some money in the long run. Well in the course of 2 to 2 and a half hours I had had a 4 shots and 1 drink.

On a normal 2 to 3 hour span I would be feeling giggly. Not sober though. Unfortunately this night
turned out to be different.

I dont remember the club lights turning on, I dont remember leavings, I only remember saying “yeah lets get some pizza” A glimpse of a mexican appeared.

I asked ” Where are we going”
He replied “with your friends”
“Who are you?”
“Im one of your friends”

Soon I woke up, my door opened…. “get out the voice said”

I replied “where are we?”
The mans voice replied “my house, just come on in, you can crash here”

The front door opened. In front of my blurred eyes I could see brown stacked boxes and pitch black to the right and left. To the left there seemed to be a hallway. The man or figure of a man pointed for me to go left down the black hallway. I was drugged…I was definitely not drunk, because Ive been drunk and this was not the feeling. I definitely knew the situation was not right and I had no friends or familiar faces around. I tried to switch the subject saying I was thirsty and dont feel good….something else probably around the lines of “I wanna go home”. The man disappeared and came back with what resembled a 20 ounce sprite bottle with some murky color added to
it….almost like a citrus sierra mist drink or something. I refused the drink and the man insisted
with a demanding voice. I drank a little and remember thinking “poison” in my head. When I began to put the lid back on the man demanded I “FINISH IT ALL”. I remember being very scared in the situation. No phone….no friends….

I had been kidnapped with no idea how I got where I was! At the same time i thought “how could this be? This is my home town! This is San Diego!”

I pleaded for fresh air and a walk. I reached for the door knob and heard an agressive response.

“WHERE DO YOU THINK YOUR GOING?”

I replied ” I need a walk/fresh air/walk, stuttering anything that my impaired brain could spaz out for the sake of my situation and freedom!”

The man unlocked the door and I opened the handle and ran….most likely like a drugged loon. But I just ran and ran and ran! I looked at houses for a possible safe place, but the addrenaline I had going thru my body was telling me that I was all alone and anyone could possible be involved. It was a horror flick and I was the teenager/ young adult trying to escape death!

I ran to a street intersection. To the right I saw a maze of streets with no busy roads! To the left I saw a coldisack with a fence!

I thought this might be my only way out! I ran to the fence to find a trolly station, which by the way are extremely dangerous at night, depending which stop you are at. I figured it would have been safer than contracting ass rape trauma, or having my loved ones find my body sliced to pieces, or even worse my body intact with organs missing! I ran back to the street of the house I left at first to double check a safety point! There was nothing that my flashbacks tell me looked safer than jumping the chain linked fence to the trolly station.

I finally stopped in front of the fence and argued with myself! NO PHONE! NO PHONE! I CANT CALL WITH A DIGITAL CAMERA, I CANT CALL WITH A WALLET! THE ONE THING I NEED I DONT HAVE!!!! NO PHONE!

A flashback….

Suddenly a flashback shows me over the fence, carefully trying to scrimmage my way down this hill
covered in slick green ice plants and patches of lose gravel and dry dirt! I slip!….

A flashback….

“Do you know who you are?”

Reality! BOOM! ZIRI? ZIRI!!! ZIRI?! WAKE UP DUDE!!!
ITS 4 IN THE AFTERNOON! WAKE UP!!!

One of my first class petty officers was there.
“FEGER! WHERE AM I?”

“Your at work Ziri, youve been passed out all day”

“Where am I? How did I get here?

Questions upon questions ran thru my mind. I had total amnesia…. No recollection of anything, just
what I have written above from starting sentence to now!

I was found snoring in an alley near college area of San Diego. The police said it was a very bad area and that I was lucky to be intact! The police somehow got information out of me which I dont remember even the slightest bit….

The san diego police then handed me over to the military police who then handed me over to my work on base. AC2 Peraza dragged me unconscious from the squad car to the bunk room inside of our shop.
Another sailor began questioning me, and later the next day told me I had muttered only but a few words.

“I hate mexicans, I hate mexicans, there were three of them and they wouldnt leave me alone!”

I then woke up and my Navy Chiefs who I love and have the upmost respect for, took care of me. Chief Pullen escorted me to the Naval Hospital Balboa where my urine was tested for drugs.

After a near 2 hour wait I was brought to the back room undressed and given my results. I had been
Highly drugged by a anesthetic drug used in hospitals called “benzodiaz”. I cant really remember much of the day after that. I could barely walk and my coordination was shot from the minute I woke up til
about mid day today June 3rd. This whole incident took place the morning of June 1st.

Im assuming that my captors didnt mug me, but after my spill down the hill in search of help, maybe 3
mexicans beat me and mugged me. I have a bruise on the left backside of my head. My right thigh and the right front of my head. They took my digital camera, wallet and even my promotion cards for DJing. Either way…. I am lucky to be alive and thank all of you for the support and care thats been given since.

For all the military reading this…..PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE! Watch your buddies!!!! Dont leave them, watch their drinks! Girls are never so important that you have to ignore your friends, and if your not going up to groups of girls in numbers equal to or larger than you and your group, you not really pimpin anything. So bottom line! WATCH YOUR SHIPMATES AND LETS NOT LET THIS HAPPEN AGAIN!