Late last night I was rolling with one of my good chums.
We needed to go make a visit up in U City to check on a situation and to check out the scene. I don't really roll in U City that much anymore. My compadre used to claim this as his main stomping grounds, while I am familiar, I never was too heavy in that scene even though I used to live and work out that way. It was an interesting scene. I felt like I was in another city.
"Who are these people?"
We rolled through Blueberry Hill looking closely at the crowd. The scene is hot. The joint is jumping. However, I feel as if I have become disconnected from this scene. I forget that this city is larger than it seems. The crowd was, well, having a good time and clean cut. A lot of collars, a lot of women. Young. Vivacious. Pretty young as a whole.
On our way walking up and down the street we see an old, old scenester on the opposite side of Delmar. We have absolutely no interest in stopping to talk to him. Shifty. Very questionable. I don't even want him to see us. I personally don't know him well, but I know well of him. My pal was a little more familiar and just as much reserved about this person who is back in the scene. My chum was a little extra boisterous so he decides to shout out to him.
I have no interest in stopping or him even seeing us. I just keep walking. But I laugh. It is funny. He couldn't see us, but I did look over and he was looking around. Funny.
We stopped into the Halo and the again over at the Pinup. They were both jumping. Packed. I saw more than some of my peoples at all three places. Many who are employed at these establishments, and several who are frequenting the scene. It was good to see'm. A lot of people were having a good time. The Halo was a bit more rock and roll than any of the three, even though they were playing hip hop. A bit more clubby too. The best music playing of the three was at the Halo. The Pinup was young as well, and had a big ol' crowd with quite the efficient machine in dispensing the medicine. Good looking scenes, but relatively foreign to my scene. Impressive.
On our way back to the Caprice we saw our fowl fella again. He was pulling out in his old hot rod. I just started to laugh, but I was darting behind it so he wouldn't see us. So of course my comrade needs to shout out again.
And then he looks around startled and peels out to get away.
We laugh. It is funny.
Later, as we head down Kingshighway back to the HQ I see something out of the corner of my eye.
"Jezus. Did you see that?"
"I think there was a guy on the side of the street. He is on the ground...
Do you think we should go back?"
"What is it?"
We hesitated at the next intersection to decide what to do. So we pull around and go back. The scene is on Kinghighway across from the main entrance of the Park, a couple blocks north of Holy Innocents.
My compadre jumps out of his car to check on the man. I have to wait for the traffic to pass. I hit my hazards and wait as he checks.
"He is breathing!"
I grab my nightstick I keep under my seat. Why do I have a nightstick under my seat? I am not sure, but I am glad I had it now. I also carry a mini super bright military grade flashlight in my pocket. These are helpful tools when dealing with guys lying on the street.
I poke him in the chest with my stick.
"Hey kid! Wake up!"
"Yeah, likely. Maybe high. He may have gotten rolled. Not sure."
I keep shouting at him and poking him until he comes to. My compadre calls the cops during this process.
The man is incoherent. He is a clean cut looking white kid in his 20s. Fresh haircut, shaved, khakis, collar. He looks like he could have been at Blueberry Hill earlier.
We drill him with questions.
"Are you okay?"
"What is your name?"
"Where do you live?"
"Have you been drinking?"
"Where are you going?"
"Are you hurt?"
"Have you been hit?"
"Do you have an id? Do you have a wallet?"
The man is incoherent. We are unable to understand the responses to the questions. He tries to get up and stumbles. My comrade catches him before he falls back down.
"Hey hey, easy easy. No rush. Lets just take it easy for a second."
He spits. Not on me or my pal, but just spitting.
"Hey now! Don't spit on my shoes! That ain't cool."
He is starting to conjugate. At least we are getting somewhere. He is able to tell us his first name. Jarod. He is able to make some small talk, but just a couple of words. Yeah. No. But he can't tell us his last name. He is unable to tell us his full address. I am unsure if he wants to tell us and can't or he doesn't want to tell us. I think he is unable to. He is pretty incoherent. But he couldn't even stand. We make him sit back down. He goes to start to sleep again.
"No no no! You are not going back to sleep. You are going to get rolled out here lying on the street. You can't just lie on the street like this. You are going to get hit man. We need to make sure you are okay."
He laughs in the middle of all of this. He gets a little crazy sounding with incoherent speech semi regularly. The man is back on his feet swaying back and forth.
"You don't mind if I try to see if you have an ID on you?"
It was apparent he was unable to check himself.
I give him a simple pat down in his pockets. The only thing of significance is a cell phone.
"Is this yours?"
"Is there someone I can call that can help you?"
"Do you know any of these people?"
I go through the many names to ask which I should call. He is still incoherent. I decide not to call people at random on his cell phone. I asked him where he lived and he points to the south. He apologizes for being unable to say his address. He starts to get annoyed by the multiple repeated questions.
This has been going on for over ten minutes at this point. I am starting to feel like an old-time Irish cop checking in on the local drunk.
"He is really f*cked up. Did you call the Police?"
"Yeah. I don't know if they are going to come out for this."
Makes sense. It is a vague call. Then the man starts to stagger down the street. My chum stop him.
The guy starts to get a tad belligerent. He wants to go. We argue that he should just cool off for a second. He insists. My pal wants to make him stay. I argue that if he is coherent enough to refuse help and he is trying to get away that we can't stop him. I am not sure what is the right thing to do, but I don't feel like arguing with a crazy man. I don't mind helping a crazy man, but I don't want to argue with one.
"Let him go. He is an adult."
I look over to the man who is starting to get a little ornery.
"You are lucky someone hasn't kicked you in the head."
I was getting annoyed by this guy. My pal stops him again.
Then we notice that the cops are pulling up. One car, then two cars. I go up to the first squad car and spoke to the officer.
"Yeah, we saw him on the street passed out. We stopped to make sure he wasn't dead and make sure he didn't get rolled."
"Is he okay? Is he drunk?"
"Yeah. At least drunk. He can't remember his full name or where he lives. He is farily incoherent. This is not a good thing to have a guy lying on the street like this."
"that is not good at all."
Then the guys starts to stagger into a trot.
I thank the cops. I meet my pal back in the Caprice. The cops start to cruise ahead. The guy turned down the side street and is not seen from my rearview mirror. My bet is that he fell down again. The cops are slowly cruising down the street in slow pursuit.
I am not sure what happened after this.