
Sanchez: I think I’m having an overdose and so is my wife.(Hat tip: Pot TV.) The unabridged audio of the phone call is that good all the way through, starting with an audible “before I wake...my soul to take” while Sanchez waits for the operator to pick up. Towards the end, he asks her to verify the current score of the Red Wings game to make sure he’s not hallucinating. I wonder how he knows he’s not hallucinating her answer to his question at that point. This guy was really, really, really, really unqualified for his essential job as a gun-toting addiction counselor who makes surprise house calls.
Operator: Overdose of what?
Sanchez: Marijuana. I don’t know if it had something in it. Can you please send rescue?
Operator: Do you guys have fever or anything?
Sanchez: No, I’m just, I think we’re dying.
Operator: How much did you guys have?
Sanchez: I don’t know. We made brownies. And I think we’re dead. Time is going by really, really, really, really slow.
Labels: DruPo, Lib, MorPa, Mus, OnVi, OthBlo
Posted by Brian Sorgatz at 3:07 PM
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