NBC LA – A man wanted on suspicion of drunken driving led police Friday on a slow-speed pursuit, pulled over and started inhaling from balloons in a bizarre standoff that ended with officers smashing his window and pulling him from the vehicle. The suspect was identified by his father, who was at the scene, as 24-year-old Jorge Leonardo Sanchez. The man’s father told NBC4 that Sanchez had problems in the past with nitrous oxide, an inhalant typically known as laughing gas that when huffed creates a feeling of euphoria. The slow-speed chase started about 10:45 a.m. Friday and lasted approximately 10 minutes before Sanchez pulled over. The man pulled the car forward and then reversed it multiple times. An officer snuck in front of the vehicle and put down a spike strip, which the driver ran over, entangling it under the sedan. Aerial video showed the man inhaling from balloons and then refilling them with some sort of tank inside the car. At 11:12 a.m., six police officers with guns drawn approached the vehicle. After talking to Sanchez through the passenger-side window, one of the officers fired a low-impact BB round into the car, striking him. Police then swarmed the vehicle. One officer smashed in the driver-side window, opened the door and pulled the man to the ground.

No one has ever personified “fuck it, it’s Friday” more than Jorge Leonardo Sanchez just did. We’re not talking heroin or crack here. We’re talking whippits. Reddi-wip. It’s not like he has some smack addiction that’s overtaken his life. He’s just sending a message to all of us before heading into the weekend. A spike strip & line of cops in riot gear with their weapons drawn essentially riding shotty aren’t gonna stop his nitrous party, and that’s god damn inspiring. So when you’re at your Super Bowl bash on Sunday and feel like you need to slow down because you’re acting a little stupid or you gotta work Monday morning, say “fuck it” in honor of Jorge. Don’t let your embarrassed girlfriend or asshole boss piss in your Cheerios. If you’re not burning a sick day on Monday with your chick not talking to you, then you did the Super Bowl wrong.