Wednesday, April 25, 2018
Of course the MyPillow guy has a story & it's wilder than you think
Kyle Swenson wrote this story as reported in the New Orleans Times-Picayune:
"The pillow salesman had so much crack cocaine pounding through his bloodstream he hadn't slept for two weeks, he would later say. Even the drug dealers were counseling Mike Lindell to slow down."
It was March 2008, and the Minneapolis-area entrepreneur's life was in free fall. Marriage broken. House lost. Business - a company he started four years earlier called MyPillow - struggling. Two weeks into this particular hot-wired bender, Lindell went to his usual drug dealers for a fix. But the guys had already put word out on the street: no one sell to Lindell until he sleeps.
'They were three of the biggest dealers in the cities,' Lindell recounted to the Salvation Army in 2015. 'They refused to sell to me again....'
