Originally posted by: LordMaul
Originally posted by: Gooberlx2
Good outcome (considering), good job. I can only imagine. :beer:
Of course the police immediately suspected me of having a part in it and getting through that was less than fun
Can you take us through it? I'm very curious as to how that whole process went.
Well, the paramedics and the police arrived at about the same time. The police seemed to approach first and pulled me off my friend, asking to talk to me about it and constantly leading me further and further away from the scene, possibly to reduce my distraction.
There were at least three cops that showed up initially, and they first asked me what happened. I have some experience as far as drugs go, and saw what I thought to be an OD on a CNS depressant, probably either morphine or heroin. I told them as much, and told them to get some Narcan in him ASAP. Immediately they thought I was part of his ODing and accused me of helping him, using drugs with him, taking evidence from the scene, etc. etc. I told them the story again and ignored their accusations.
One of them took down all the information I had about my friend and left. The other kept trying to push me into the backseat of the other cop's car to "keep me warm." I didn't want to sit there but he kept telling me more and more forcefully to stay in the car. I went for my cellphone and he looked like he was about to tackle me...flashlights in my eyes and on my hands and whatnot immediately.
A few minutes later, a close relative of mine who happens to be on the local police force (and a superior of everyone on scene) showed up and they pretty much scattered. Probably a good thing he showed up and took my word or things might've turned out differently.
Because of the syringe in the car, my friend is being charged with possessing drug paraphernalia. Having syringes in IL is not illegal as they can be bought OTC, but apparently having them in connection with drug use is a prosecutable offense.
I will admit, it's one of the first times in my life that I really, really wanted to punch a cop. Standing there, charged with adrenaline and my clothes soaked and filthy, in the rain while my possibly-dead friend lies on the cold, wet pavement, the cop pipes up with, "An overdose, huh? Well if you're so sure, you were using too, right? What did you do with the rest of the drugs? You wouldn't know so much about this if you didn't have a part in it, now, would you? You removed a bunch of evidence from the scene, huh? Where did you put it? You on drugs right now?"
*growl*