He wasn't this "coherent" or non-wheelchair bound in Tallahassee

last time I went fishin' with Melvino. We were like, " 'Scu me, Mr. Clinton?" He goes "rar rar rar rar rar whatchucrackas rararararararr want fromme?" and this woman pushing his ass around took our photo.

He was chillin in a wheelchair or some sort of pushcart, mumbling nonsense, surrounded by chocolate wrappers, eating chocolate (like me the past two days sick in bed), smelled like pee.