I used to live in Florida and worked in a factory that made clay diffusers and oil to scent the air. I worked with lots of guys in bands, and given that this was the '90s, lots of them did drugs as well. One of the guys I worked with had a long scar down the middle of his chest. One day when we were working, I asked him about it. He said, "That's where I got my heart transplant. You see, I like to Huff. (for those who don't know, huffing is when you spray something in an aerosol can into a brown paper bag, and inhale the aerosol fumes from the bag to get high. This is called 'huffing' because of the sound your breath and the bag makes when you inhale the fumes.) And when I was 16, I huffed some paint, and my heart stopped dead. My family called the ambulance and they took me to the hospital and I was put on life support and had to get a heart transplant."
On further questioning, he told me he was in the hospital for over seven months, between the transplant and recuperating. And on his first day home, he went out and into the garage and huffed from the same can of paint.
Yeah, because it only killed him the first time. What worse could it do? I slapped my face so loud, you could hear it all over the factory. Now that, is world-class stupid.
So, what's your story of the stupidest person you ever knew, and how you learned they were stupid?
On further questioning, he told me he was in the hospital for over seven months, between the transplant and recuperating. And on his first day home, he went out and into the garage and huffed from the same can of paint.
Yeah, because it only killed him the first time. What worse could it do? I slapped my face so loud, you could hear it all over the factory. Now that, is world-class stupid.
So, what's your story of the stupidest person you ever knew, and how you learned they were stupid?