It's like he smoked just enough crack to completely disassociate from the planet, but not quite enough crack to wander anywhere cool on the astral plane or babble incoherently in a manner that's at least interesting or amusing like most crackheads on the street. It's not uncommon, after staying awake for several days straight, to think a pillow is the best idea you've ever had. But it is rare to wake up after a binge crash and think the "pillow" you "invented" by chewing up your beer cooler and spitting it into your underwear is the greatest sleep aid in the universe. Poor guy is a blatant reminder of how badly America is failing at mental healthcare.