And they call him the streak…
So I was at this benefit dinner my friends were putting on for Jonathan Toubin (a DJ that we all love that was in a freak car accident), and the food was over and everyone was hanging out, and my friend Charles left to go outside for a smoke. After a few minutes he pops into the bar and says “Get the fuck outside guy outside being chased by cops in his underwear!” and I stood there for a second thinking, “Uh… whaa?” and I was like, eh it’s probably nothing, then I thought, well I better have a look. The moment I step outside I see a man running around naked yelling gibberish, and I pop in and yell “DREW! GET THE FUCKKKKKK OUTSIDE NOW!” Drew’s my best friend, and he comes out, and then other people start filtering out.
So there’s a crowd of us watching in shock, this guy in maybe his late twenties running around naked, cops chasing after him, yelling incoherent babble, the cops grab him, pin him against a minivan (jeez I’d hate to go to my car the next morning and see dick imprints all over it!) and finally get him in an ambulance where they restrain him, and he sits there and yells for about 10 minutes, the cops are laughing about it having a cigarette, making jokes with us, “Now kids this is why you don’t do drugs!” and one cop, Tommy leaves, he’s on pants duty… that’s right, he was wandering the streets looking for this guys pants.
All in all a good night, had amazing food, helped be a part of raising $1,800, and saw some crazy fucking naked guy.
No joke the scene pretty much looked like this:
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