VeryVeritas
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Well Hello those of you who actually care about Lauren Spierer. <modsnip> If only we all had people that cared even a fraction as much. I saw the news...
As usual, people are ready to knee jerk blame someone that probably has nothing to do with this case.
What is this case? "Anything is possible"... uh... no.
No, UFO's did not come and pick LS up and whiz her away...
No, mentally ill homeless people living under railroad tracks did not just bump into her and make her vanish.
Lauren Spierer was with so-called friends that night she vanished.
Friends who shared drugs of various kinds, and consumed various amounts of alcohol with her. Her shoes and phone (something people find akin to a bodily organ today, was nearly as important when this disappearance occurred) were left at a bar where she sat with one of those "friends". First weird question in this case is why did she leave the shoes and phone there? If you were thinking that perhaps she was drugged and intoxicated, you get a gold star.
Ok, so then she manages with assistance of her "friend" to be escorted back to her rather upscale apartment. Only thing is... she doesn't quite get to the apartment. She gets into the building. How do we know this? CAMERAS. Yep, silly thing that technology.
CAMERAS captured her and the friend inside the apartment building. Now uh... she can't really stand up in the elevator, and sort of slips down, even a wall can't hold her up. Ever been that wasted? She couldn't exactly rely on the "friend" to help her from melting down the wall... because he was too busy being confronted and biatch slapped by a troop of so-called hero do gooders who did nothing to help her stand. Instead they made sure her friend knew who was boss. Seem a bit surreal? nah... not yet. And yes that punch to the head her "friend" sustained for "standing his ground", was captured on video. A video LE wanted so badly they rammed doors in to get to it. The BPD LE goes to great lengths to demonstrate the immense chivalry displayed by the roving band of ****s who popped her friend. Well that might have been the sour end of a crazy night right there... but no... they were just getting started. Lauren Spierer and her "friend" were only beginning to enter the rabbit hole. Even though she can't stand because her legs are like gelatin dessert, her "friend's" spokesperson(s) later say she helped him home. It's the land of illusion folks! She did those tricks for the camera right? They head towards his place (which is a luxury apartment he shares with a roomy, and is adjacent to other "friends" with an even better set up). Along the way (perhaps they were chasing a rabbit?) they stop at one of her female "friends" apartments and knock on the door. The gals were evidently fascinated and peeped to see who was out there, but didn't want that mess coming inside, so they kept the door shut. What was the mess? Um well a wiggly legged wasted girlfriend and some creepy guy slithering around. Ya, I wouldn't open the door either. Keep that stuff outside right? Oh ya, time for a breather. She has to sit down. But... wawawaa...wait... everything is spinnning... and boom head goes down... and BANG hits the concrete really hard! Every do that folk? Ever been so messed up that your legs are gummy worms, so you sit down and then crack your head on cement because well it take a great deal of effort to either stay conscious or not fall over, you know, right? Now, this would have been a perfect time for that dude with the trenchcoat and 1 inch penis to snatch her up. And well some so-called bartender claimed she saw such a thing. Only the time didn't really match up with the clock in the real world, and there was no trench coat dude, just someone that pretty much looked like her "friend". But that couldn't have happened because LE says so. So, onward, right. Yup, somehow the "friend" prys her up and she must be feeling great right? I mean by now that slam on the concrete must have made her totally sober and clear as a bell. Just for kicks though, the "friend" makes like a gent and sort of "helps" her through an alley that connects to a gravel lot behind his building. It's a pretty big lot, but not big enough that you would install lights or anything. I mean it's not like anyone is going to vanish. But fall, yes people could fall. And yes, she did fall. Ya, the goofy friend thought it would be funny to let her walk on her own and see what happens... what? You never got a friend messed up and then let them go to see if they would hit the ground again? You must have led a sheltered life, cause apparently in this town it's not strange at all. You probably though she would cover her pretty face and all as she was crashing down into the gravel, huh? Nope. this is one tough lady. She was going to do it like a man, yes indeed. Face down into the gravel and keep the arms away from the face and go down like a champ. I know what you are thinking... she must be unconscious. Nah... that would be silly. Even though the video only captures some odd stuff going on (which LE keeps secret), surely she sprung right back to her feet and perhaps did cartwheels all the way to the "friend's" abode. Oh not quite you say? Just because a distance away (something like 20 ft.) in a direction perpendicular to the route to the "friend's" building, some of her things were found on the ground it means diddly right? Yeah, a wallet thing and some other stuff. Ya, really. And some guy was there like 5 minutes later and put it up on a ledge because he saw the stuff. Did he see anything, nope. Seems odd huh? Perhaps she sprinted to the "friend's" place.
She's probably been there so many times she can cartwheel sprint there while unconscious. Oh yeah that's right, she was there earlier in the day (well actually midnight, but that's the beginning of the day for a party) before going to that bar place. Sure, you probably have figured out that she was having a really good time and wanted some more of that stuff that makes you hit your head on the cement like an egg. Ya, eggs break and stuff, but not human heads, you can bang them on concrete and gravel and everything is fine. Next this gracious "friend" now is so bad off that she must have carried him home. I know, right? Gravel has different affects on people when they slam into it. In this case she no longer needed personal items, guess like a saint she didn't need attachment to things anymore, so she just left them laying around. Must be sacred cement that enlightened her. Thankfully, she got the "friend" to his place. There his kind and super interested room mate gets him off to bed, while also asking if she would like to stay. But no way... by this time... she was REALLY ready to party. I mean they were such nice boys. Who cares that much about their wasted jerk roomy that they tuck them neatly in bed? This roomy sounds like such a pal, you know the kind that would DO ANYTHING FOR A "FRIEND"? He's so nice he takes her to the Party at the friend's" place. Only it's not much of a party. It's run mostly by this loser guy who gives girls sobriety tests to see if they can wander around amongst derelicts on their way home. You know sort of like how much fun it used to be to slit a chicken's throat and then let it flap around while the blood gushed out. Since, it would be too boring to slip on some flip flops and walk her home 2 full blocks! What selfrespecting punk would do that. She's there at this "friend's" place for about an hour. She tries to make calls on an ipod, ya we all do that right? After finding a real phone, the Hatter dude lets her make 2 calls. She was such a jokester, she called the dude with the xanax who was sharing it earlier. He doesn't pick up... she makes another call too. Or, well someone makes these 2 calls. Doesn't matter if she's awake or not, or alive or not for these calls, that would only raise suspicion.
Darn, no answers so guess she will just have to walk home barefoot. That is.. after showing her party host that she can walk a line better than Johnny Cash. Nah, she's not really going home. She is going to prance around looking for pre-dawn trench coat sleezbags to abduct her. Sure it's only 2 blocks to her apt. But that's a long way when you are liquid. Maybe 5 or 10 minutes if you crawl on your hands and knees. So be sure to take the path that makes no sense that early in the A.M. hours. Sure you think she's superhuman right? Who could sustain these serious blows to the head, and party until everyone else is asleep? As it happens the trenchcoat pervert knows where all the cameras are. Both her and he manage to evade every camera, so they become totally invisible. She's probably just sitting there next to you right now.
Well, it's that or her "friends" are full of it and she's dead and they know why.
Nah... can't be that... so let's go back to the UFO thing... or look for some other scapegoat so the case will go away.
Good thing her "friends" aren't cooperating with LE, and they do have lawyers. Otherwise, jeez they might look guilty.
I live in Indiana and have been following this case off and on since 2011. 
