So, last night spoony woke me up because someone was knocking on the front door.
I got up, and sure enough there was someone there. I forget his name, but he lives in the other half of the duplex with Jason (the landlord’s brother). He said: “Jason’s unconscious! I need to call 911! do you have a phone?” I gave him spoony’s phone, since mine was near dead.
While he’s on the phone with the 911 emergency operators, Jason stumbles out, saying “I’m okay. Are you calling 911? here, gimme” and Jason proceeds to tell the 911 he’s fine.
The only other part I heard was something about him accidentally taking epinephrine.
Strange night. (Actually, it was 3 AM or so)