Monday, July 14, 2014

At Least He Wasn't Drinking

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:

Grumpy, M.D. said...

Sure, prevent another reputable customer from supporting local liquor stores.

Anonymous said...

The most damaged psychotic patients are those that huff. Them holes in your brain just don't go away.

lbparker said...

What a sad waste of a life. Probably too much brain damage to change now.