Well, you can't be right all the time. My Spidey sense has failed. At 136th and Halsey, he is, in fact, unconscious. Nothing will wake this guy up. I actually check his pulse. I debate leaving him on a lawn here, rather than taking him to the cop shop-but I decide on the cop shop.
Another mistake. On the way there, he pisses himself. Copiously. Lovely. I go in and explain the situation. They ask, "Have you been paid?" I say no. They hand me a pair of rubber gloves and tell me to have at it.
Thus I find myself essentially rolling a drunk, which is what it feels like despite the fact that I'm perfectly justified in taking money from his pissy pockets. I don't feel bad about that.
But I do feel bad that I hadn't just dragged him out of the car myself. Because the cops are being....
I try to stop it, saying, "He's not being defiant, he's just unconscious!" But it doesn't matter. They're twisting his arms behind his back; they bang his head, hard, on the frame pulling him out. They're yelling at him. The sticks are out. Even cleaning up the bastard's piss, I feel sorry for him now.
