I've had to save a life from heroin overdose before, and seeing this man doing the funky chicken looked very similar to the one that almost died in my arms.
What was more terrifying though, was the fact that there was a four legged life with him whose leash was being yanked every time he jerked with the drugs' power of involuntary seizures.
"Oh my god sweety, we have to pull over to see if they're both ok!"
Papi reversed as all the street dwellers wondered what we were doing in their area.
I jumped out disregarding any imminent danger that could possibly be in this space.
save the dog, save the guy
I was mostly worried about the dog. I know what to do with the guy, but this poor little friend was so scared.
Papi was in the sidelines, securing our car from theft and taking stock as to who was around us.
My love works with all these people and knows that they are opportunists. The scariest of all are the meth-heads. They will kill you in a moment of paranoia.
It was clear that this man was on heroin, but those around us could be on anything.
I kept speaking to the man, trying to get his attention, asking him anything to keep his mind from falling into a coma and slipping away permanently.
The only thing that got his attention was one statement I said in anger, "Dude, you're hurting your dog!!"
He snapped out of his fit and you could see the moment of clarity in his eyes, "How?"
"You keep yanking on her leash and it's choking her." I knew her name was Ella. One of the street dwellers told me.
I kept holding Ella's leash and keeping the restraint so that she wasn't being tugged anymore. At this point, Papi had secured the car and taken stock of who was around. Now my love had the dog's leash taken away from this man, so Ella was safe.
I noticed a few things about our overdosing man; first off, he had a hospital bracelet on. He'd obviously been in within the past 24 hours, as the plastic was clean and undisturbed. His name was on this bracelet, allowing me to speak his name and get his attention better.
What else I noticed?
He had braces on his teeth! This man is a new member of the streets. People don't have braces down here. You don't get braces unless you have a fortunate life and you are trying to better yourself.
"Donavan, I'd like to take you and Ella home so that you'll both be safe. Can we get you home? These people will take your dog and take your wallet. Do you have your wallet?"
His seizuring continued between words and moments of seeing us in front of him.
It took us quite some time, but we did get Ella into the car, and that prompted Donavan to get there too.
He was flipping around in our back seat, and between the wiggling, I would manage to get small amounts of directions as to where to bring them home.
My main concern was the dog. I was ready to steal Ella, and tell this jerk that when he got his shit together, I'd return her.
When we got to his home, his very waif-like girlfriend answered the door and Donavan and Ella both went in.
ok ... the dog is alright, the guy is in and now we can continue on our venture.
Papi and I got back in the car a little bit speechless. It was a quiet ride to the Sexy Sauna Party.
Chapter four begins with the hardest part of my day. The last part of the day to get through.
This truly is a day worth remembering.