Yo, what’s cracka-lackin’? So, I’m over here teaching the little homies their ABCs and how to share the crayons, right? And then I read this wild story about Bill Murray losing his mind on some bad acid back in the day. Let me tell you, that’s some next-level meltdown energy—makes a toddler tantrum look like a walk in the park.
First off, my dude Bill was trippin’ HARD. Like, we’re talking the adult version of “I didn’t get my juice box, and now the world is ending!” Except instead of crying on the carpet, he’s over here grabbing a knife and talking about slicing up his face. Bro, that’s a no-no in ANY playbook.
Shoutout to Margaret, though—she pulled some straight superhero moves. You think wrangling a five-year-old who’s throwing LEGOs is tough? Try tackling a grown man holding a kitchen knife, muttering stuff that sounds like it’s straight out of a horror movie. Respect, girl.
But here’s the deal—this whole thing screams emotional dysregulation. That’s what I teach my kiddos every day: name your feelings, don’t let them explode, and definitely don’t grab sharp objects. Like, Bill needed a timeout, a cuddle, and maybe a snack. Okay, also maybe a therapist, like, STAT.
Moral of the story? Whether you’re five or fifty, you gotta have people who’ll step in when you’re losing it. And maybe, just maybe, don’t mess with stuff that makes you see the boogeyman in the mirror. Keep it cool, keep it safe, and remember—sharing and self-care ain’t just for kindergartners, my dudes. Peace!
Here’s the original news article that inspired this take: Terrifying Night: Bill Murray’s Near-Deadly Acid Trip Revealed.
That's all for today, thanks.
