“But I was too drunk to remember doing it!” is an interesting defense. Maybe if he gets a good lawyer they can claim since he didn’t take anything, he may have just been drunkenly trying to do business with his bank, without realizing it was closed. Plead it down to drunk and disorderly with a destruction of private property instead of, ya know, trying robbing a bank.
When I was a kid I did gymnastics, and skateboarded/rollerbladed. This combination of activities meant I was falling on my ass all the god damn time.
It also means that I am so accustomed to falling, that even as I age, those instincts survive, and in turn, help me survive. When I fall, I tuck, I roll, I break my fall with any number of instinctual responses. This has lead to me surviving some scary falls I’ve taken whilst home alone (off a ladder, in the shower, fainting once when I got up from a long squat), and I think will help me survive more in my elder years.
This sounds like he had some severe mental health issues that a really bad trip exacerbated. Also, one shouldn’t mix mushrooms with other substances unless you already know how it will affect you or at least in limited amounts, like a hit of weed to calm you down during the intense ‘come up’ of the shroom trip.
Also for every story of shroom induced psychosis resulting in injury, there’s thousands of pleasurable/therapeutic trips that take place without recognition. I think this guy may have a history of sexual abuse resulting in some serious issues. Gotta microdose my man!
And usually, there was an awesome professor that would “accidentally” make a free e-version of the textbook available to the class. God I appreciated the hell outta them.
I don’t know if this counts, but when I was little I’d go to friends houses, then later in high school to my first serious girlfriends house, and I remember their families were like… loving? I loved spending time at my girlfriends house especially, hanging out with her Mom and her Dad even if my gf wasn’t there. They were so nice, and you could tell had genuine affection for their children (and to some degree, me). I miss you Mr. and Mrs. Miller!