This is some kind of Tennessee Williams on a meth binge soap opera right here.

I read this in the paper this morning, bewildered until I got to the part where Hudek is apparently from...Florida. Ah, hah.

The brawl continued to escalate, with a flight attendant grabbing two full liter wine bottles and hitting Hudek over the head, causing at least one to shatter. According to interviews with the flight crew, Hudek did not seem fazed by the impact, and shouted something to the effect of “Do you know who I am?”

When I worked at a 24-hour pharmacy, our responding cops told us tales of run-ins with guys on PCP (and this was years ago) and they were terrifying stories. Guys tased three times and still rushing the officers like nothing happened. Scary stuff.

“No, I don’t know who you are, but I can assure you every job you ever apply for will know who you are from now on.”

Eurasia might be doable over the polar icecap, no? Or is the icecap too melted these days?

My stock reply to the “Don’t you know who I am” comes from the Sherlock Holmes movie titled “The Seven Per-cent Solution.

Seriously. I’m half-Floridian on my mom’s side (which is similar to being half-Martian) and that entire side of the family has two types of names: the girls are named after the last relative to die and the mother’s maiden or middle name, and the boys are named dumb shit like “Bubba Joe Cracker XVIII.” End result: My…

Oooh! I have a good “Do you know who I am” story.

That is a scary bit of information (which I read in Brian Griffin’s voice, so it was slightly less scary). I know very little about drugs in general, but I had a friend who was always down for anything but with the caveat “Except for PCP. I don’t fuck with PCP.”

Don’t do drugs, kids.

Oh great. Just what we need in these dark and paranoia-filled times!

Yeah now that meth and bath salts are falling out of favor PCP is back on deck.

Sounds like PCP, though that’s not exactly in vogue for someone with IV after their name.

CHALLENGE ACCEPTED

he was definitely snorting something in the toilet. meth maybe?

I have girlfriend who’s a social worker. Apparently PCP is becoming popular again and is, of course, stronger than it was back in the 90s.

He was a student at FSU. We must walk to the North. Meat is plenty, gold is sparse.

May I be annoying and present a metaphor for democracy? The expectation of decorum and respect for fellow travelers is the only barrier standing between us and the deranged psychopath who wants to open the (apparently openable) doors and destroy us all. Hahahahaaa (nervous laugh of terror).

Holy shit. I’ll walk, thanks.