I got a call the other day that took several hours to unravel and I eneded up being the one to take this guy into custody..
Now this story begins at 7:20 am. My boss gets a call that a W/M was walking in and out of traffic on the intersate south of town. He finally gets to the scene and this subject is gone. No where to be found, but at least he's not road pancake.
At about 11:00 pm that night my partner gets a call about a W/M passed out beside the road in front of the liquor store. When he gets there he finds the topic of our little story passed out and drunker than hell.
Now we carry these wonderful little boxes that take a breath sample and tell us how drunk you are. My partner finally gets this young upstanding citizen awake and gives him a breath test. Is .262% blood alcohol High?? GOD DAMN RIGHT IT IS!
The dance begins and our lucky little man goes home for the night with out a ticket. ..
Now enter Whezzie, 12 hours later and not knowing as much as you do right now. I am patroling the mean streets of Redfield when I get a call at 11:25 am of a man passed out in the local grocery store restroom. I get to the store and have to look through the crack of the stall to see our hero slumped over sleeping sitting on the shitter. THANK GOD HE HAS HIS PANTS ON!!!
I pounded on the wall for a minute or two but the turd never even stirs. Well I take out the old trusty switch blade and jimmy the lock on the door. (Yea I carry a switch blade...Perk of the job) Several shakes and some loud yelling and contestant one comes to life. Looks at me and says, "MAN AM I FUCKIN DRUNK!"
Of course you should know by now, no ID, can't remeber where he is or how he got there. Well Hell. I give the turn a breath test. Ummm, is .269% blood alcohol high.. GOD DAMN RIGHT IT IS....Specially for 11 o-clock in the morning.
I think dude has a great sence of humor tho when he throws himself against the wall and says, "Damn you got me, I'm under arrest, take me in." Well how did he know? So now we get to walk through the store out to my car. Dude is walking like a ship in high seas and now I have to touch him to keep him from crashing and burning in the cereal isle. All the while he's yelling about how the cops are kickin his ass, and this shithead isn't even cuffed...
After an hour sitting with my new best friend who wants to kick my ass, his brother shows up. I write my buddy a ticket for Public Intoxication and he takes him home....or so we thought. Three miles out of town our friend bails out of the car and runs out into the woods screaming like his ass was on fire. *Hangs head and sighs*
I have delt with my share of DWI's, drunks and winos. I have a very great understanding about alcoholism and the effects alcohol has on people. After 23 years in this business I am still confused why a 31 year old moderatly good looking kid is trying to drink himself to death. This guy has nine yes (9) DWI's and has been to prison twice for it. He hasen't had a drivers license since he was 19 and will never have one for the rest of his life.
This my friends is one of the sad parts about my job. Here is someone I would love to try and help, but he is so far gone I doubt he will ever return.
Don't get me wrong, I enjoy a nice drink from time to time and have been drunk of my ass a time or two. (Wife and friends say I am one hell of a mechanic when I'm wasted. Never touch a tool but I can fix any car...LMFAO) I am not a nay sayer or alcohol basher, but damn what can I do.
*Steps down from soap box*
Whezzie checking 10-95 (Off duty)
