I assume this was intended to be an I, Anonymous, but it said nothing else in the body of the e-mail. Moving past the obvious shitiness of dosing someone's drink, people, if your friend is passed/blacked out and vomiting, take them to them to the fucking hospital, or better yet, call 911. That's how rock stars die.
Eleven years ago, I was at a Wiretaps show at The Breakroom on Capitol Hill and had the misfortune of sitting next to you along the wall. You made some kind of disgusting sexual gesture towards me and I turned around to ignore you, leaving my drink in your sights. After another rebuffed gesture, I got up and went to a booth with my friend. Minutes later, the room began to close in on me. After the tunnel vision, I began to lose control of my limbs. My friend panicked and helped me to my car. She had never driven before but she drove us back to her house, while I vomited from the moving car. That night, she watched over me saying I was vomiting while blacked out and she thought I was going to die. I obviously did not die. I'm angry 11 years later because she did die a few years after that, and now you're shitheadiness is associated with my memories of her. You are a shitty person who has hopefully been caught.