In reference to the "Springeresque" lifestyle of meth addicts, last night a nude dude was strolling around Fort Lauderdale. For serious, a nude dude with not a care in the world but where his next rock came from was strolling around the streets of Fort Lauderdale and came to my McDruggie's parking lot.
When the manager called Fort Lauderdale's finest there had already been several calls about the offensiveness of this Au naturale phenomenon. So nude dude disappears for a while then I get a call from the manager, "You've gotta come out front and see this! The nude guy now is running around in underwear and socks."
By the time I got up there he had disappeared across the street and a couple of PD were using search lights to locate him. He got away but as we talked about it I couldn't stop laughing. This can only be topped by an episode of C.O.P.S. Our episode would be called "No Shirt, No Shoes, No Service" or maybe for the regulars who come in "No Pajamas, Por Favor."
Kids, crazy sh*t like this happens every night in Fort Lauderdale. It is a wicked awesome circus of "stars." Send in the clooooooowwwwnnnnssss.........