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Road rage victim; got his ass beat one night by some random guy who didn’t like his driving and followed him home. Suspect
got away; witness reported he looked like a sailor from the navy base, who kept shrugging off his little Filipina girlfriend or wife.
The victim got his ass handed to him; saved only because a witness yelled out to the suspect that the police were being called.

Crazy lady is absolutely convinced there is an active meth lab going on in the apartment below hers’. She said the machinery
noises and fumes at night are so deadly that she has to sleep in her car in the parking lot. And she’s gone to see several different
medical doctors. It was of course all in her head. There was no meth lab. But the sleeping in her car part was real, as was the
trips to doctors to get relief. That was unfortunately real. Of course she got really mad at me when I told her that after checking
out the apartment below her and finding no meth labs, that perhaps she was having a delusion of some sort?

I got dispatched to a DOA – that’s a “dead on arrival” call. I went to the apartment, thinking it was a typical old person dead in
their bed or recliner situation. No. The fire department lieutenant at the door quickly briefed me: “Nick it looks like we got a
heroin or fentanyl overdose scene here; one dead in the hallway. One unconcsious in the back bedroom- we’re working on trying
to revive her right now. Another unresponsive one on the couch we’re working on her too, and another half-conscious one on
the couch. All in their early-20’s, we’ve got several more aid crews and medic units enroute.” Shit! This is the exact opposite of
routine. I go in. Sure enough, two victims completely unconscious, and one in zombie mode, oblivious to the scene. Those three
left in ambulances. The dead girl in the hallway that we had to step over stayed behind for a few more hours while the crime
scene techs processed the apartment. That was a bad scene that really affected me for a few weeks afterward. The cause of that
mess: cocaine cut with fentynyl, and not mixed up well enough. Meaning those poor kids snorted way too much fentynyl instead
of just cocaine. The survivors spent a very, very long time in the hospital trying to get their kidneys and livers back online.