Zim & Chris' Turkish (Mis)Adventure

We arrived in Izmir on a mission to see a man about a dog and were met by said man off the bus who immediately set the wheels in motion. Despite being the good friend of a good friend, he was no friend of ours. From the outset he and his friends expected us to buy them drinks and pay for everything! When we could afford to buy them no more we went back to one of their houses where we really got to know them better. The crazy man, The even crazier one
This man was more in need of mental help than anyone I have ever met in my entire life

and the frightening one with the tattoos

who had recently spent 5 years inside for a crime that they were unwilling to explain.
A trip to the disco later in the evening was aborted after our host pulled a whitey so we went back home and spent the evening listening the the crazed rantings of one guy while being beaten by the dog we had just acquired