Phone rings at the wee hours of the morning. I feel like I'm being shot at by some sort of alien but that's a different blog, anyway, 911 line gets answered by my partner on the fire board, I'm only vaguely paying attention at this point since I have no fire calls and no reason real reason to be conscious.
Then I hear a question come across the police radio. "Did you say the caller is the suspect?" "10-4". Ok. Now I have a reason to be awake. Turns out this GENIUS citizen got drunk, [shocking] beat some guy unconscious, [no way], and then decided that this unconscious guy on the floor was his "best friend"......yeaaaaaaa. Clearly ya'll are tight. Then after telling my partner the "best friend" is unconscious and being all kinds of upset about it he proceeds to tell her that he looks like he might be getting up and if he does he's going to "knock him out again, I swear I will!!"
Sometimes I seriously wonder how these people remember to breathe in and out.
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