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Rolling Stone: Aaron Hernandez Used PCP

Had fallen in with gang-members

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The first text pinged him around nine that Sunday night: I'm coming to grab that tonight, you gon b around? I need dat and we could step for a little again. For Odin Lloyd, this was bang-up news, proof that his luck had turned around. Aaron Hernandez, the Pro Bowl tight end of the New England Patriots, was coming by later to scoop him up for another five-star debauch, just 36 hours after he'd taken Lloyd out for the wildest ride of his life. All night Friday, they'd kicked it at Rumor, popping bottles and pulling models up the steps of the VIP section of the Boston theater district's hottest club. "Shit was crazy," Lloyd told friends the next day at his niece's dance recital. "The girls were off the chain. We smoked that super-duper and Aaron dropped 10 G's like it was nothing. We kept rolling past dawn at his big-ass mansion, then he tossed me the keys to his Suburban."

Big doings for a semipro football player and underemployed landscape helper, though there, too, fortune smiled on Lloyd, 27. He'd just gotten word that he'd have shifts all week, his first steady hours in some time. And now he was about to burn it down again with Hernandez, the $40 million man with the restless streak and a bottomless taste for chronic. The problem, Lloyd said, was it didn't end there with Hernandez and his how-high crew: "Them boys is into way worse shit than herb."

(Hat tip to RBS)

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  1. He also knows plenty about angel dust, or phencyclidine, the scourge of the 1970s. Before crack came along in the mid-Eighties, dust was the madman’s drug of choice. First marketed in the Fifties as a surgical anesthetic, it was banned for its psych-ward side effects: mania, delirium, violent hallucinations.

    Leave it to Roling Stone to jump-start long dormant moral panic drug scares.

    1. Yeah, I was listening to Jim Rome on the way home for lunch. He was basically: “OMG ANGEL DUST EVERYONE FREAK OUT!!!!!!!!!”

  2. PCP did get a bad rap. It was always “Ok, it’s going to take ten of us to wrestle this one down.” Now if they really knew what they were doing it was one or two officers and one blanket. One throws the blanket over the individual’s head and shoulders and the other puts on the handcuffs. Worked like a charm on all the bad trippers which in reality weren’t all that numerous in the first place even in the neighborhoods were PCP was rather popular.

    1. Wow, God’s spelling and grammar are shit today.

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