The Meth Head and his Pet Wolf

So this meth head stumbled into my mother’s work (A Sprint Store) from an Uber today. He had no money and was asking for a phone charger. He brought his dog, a wolf-hybrid kinda dog, too (its name is “Wolfy”).

He kept saying he wanted to do lewd things to people and gave my mother his phone number. He openly admitted to spending all his money on meth and blamed the reason all his cards were declined on buying meth (which is pretty much impossible).

Later on, the meth head’s girlfriend called up from Florida (we are in Cleveland Ohio) asking where he was. Turned out the dude came up here to visit his kids, had a panic attack at the airport, and didn’t go pack to Florida (currently getting hit by a major hurricane).

You get stuck in Cleveland with your pet wolf…and your first thought is to blow all your money on meth… That’s Cleveland Baby!