I think there might possibly be something wrong with the title of the below article, as I am not so sure I would call someone a ‘friend if said friend killed me and drank my blood.
Could just be me though.
BARTOW, Fla. (AP) – Bail has been denied for a 42-year-old central Florida man accused of stabbing a friend to death and then drinking his blood.
A judge denied bail for Mauricio Mendez Lopez who made his first court appearance Thursday. In court Lopez said he had been drinking and had no memory of the incident which happened Sunday.
Lopez was picked up Wednesday after he was spotted by a citizen. He is accused of killing Macario Cruz in a house they shared in Bartow.
A third resident, Cruz’s sister-in-law Mariella Mendez, told police that Lopez fatally stabbed Cruz because he was having an affair with her. Lopez is the uncle of Mendez and Cruz’s wife, who lives in Mexico.
A police report shows the men had an argument in which Lopez struck Cruz in the face with a 15-pound dumb bell. He then allegedly threatened to kill them both unless the relationship ended.
Authorities say Lopez returned later and stabbed Cruz to death. Mendez told police Lopez left with a plastic cup in his hand that appeared to hold blood. She said he drank from the cup in a strange ritual from their native Mexico.
Several reports said all of the adults in the home are illegal immigrants.
Lopez is being held in a Polk County Jail. It was not immediately known if he has an attorney.
Then again, I suppose it all comes down to how one defines the word ‘friend’. I can only speak for myself when I say I have a general rule of thumb when it comes to friendships, “Friends don’t my blood. Ever.”
Consider it a very strident pivot-point for me in the relationship, nevertheless one I am fairly devout about.