Where’s my Big Wheel?
I read a news article yesterday that blew what was left of my mind. A guy on Miami, Florida was killed to stop him from eating another man’s face. He had already started and was on his way to complete his task at hand when someone called 911. A cop showed up, yelled at him to stop. When he wouldn’t he got shot…..repeatedly. I’m not sure what is more wrong with this story. Is it that the event actually happened? Or that people kept asking him to stop? Most hungry guys at a buffet won’t stop until told to leave….But this was a human buffet!!!
I’m wondering did the guy being eaten make the mistake of wearing his favorite BigMac cologne to the park in hopes of getting lucky? Or was he wearing the ever popular “Eat Me” t shirt and ran into the one guy who wanted to test the ” Hmmmm, tastes like chicken” theory.
I don’t know the answer. My honest first thought after reading the article was “Well, that takes Miami off my places to go list.” nice, huh. Some guy is being cannibalized and I’m narrowing down possible vacation spots.
I long for the days of my youth, when all I had to worry about was whether or not the brake on my Big Wheel would work and being home before dark.