So this is a bit of a daft one from across he pond, but the story made me laugh so I thought I’d share it with you all.
A 22-year-old man in Ohio recently got so high he decided his best course of action was to ring the police and complain/warn/plead for help/ask for more food. This man clearly lost his shit, and whilst it is of course worrying when someone gets so high they lose their mind, the description of the scene the police found waiting for them upon their arrival, is pretty damn funny.
Responding to the call at about 5:20pm, the police said they found the man, whose name was not released, groaning on the floor in the fetal position, "surrounded by a plethora of Doritos, Pepperidge Farm Goldfish and Chops Ahoy cookies.”
It reminds me of a story I have about my friend Chris. I’d been on a month long tour of Europe and my last city was Amsterdam. Chris had been working very hard and on the final night, when he could finally relax, we stood at the back of a music venue called The Paradiso and smoked a Tourist Special in celebration. Chris, looking forward to finally having a party, instantly had a whitey. I had to put him in bed. He asked me for some food and all I had was a packet of roast chicken crisps. He ate them, slowly, and looked very sad. He didn’t ring the police...