It's 8 o'clock in the morning when I get dispatched to a liquor store for a "suspicious vehicle" parked outside. As I'm pulling up in my squad, I can see the driver passed out behind the wheel - engine running and left turn signal blinking away. I exit my squad, and as I'm walking up to the car, I see the driver huffing Dust-Off in between bouts of total unconsciousness.
Once I get him out of the car he wants to fight, but it's not much of a contest. Once he's cuffed and stuffed, I deal with the car. There are at least 8 empty bottles of cough syrup (AKA dextromethorphan) and 3 empty cans of Dust-Off littering the passenger compartment. But no alcohol in sight. The liquor store hadn't opened yet.
3 comments:
Sure, prevent another reputable customer from supporting local liquor stores.
The most damaged psychotic patients are those that huff. Them holes in your brain just don't go away.
What a sad waste of a life. Probably too much brain damage to change now.
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