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A lot of times they were not just crazy but also completely whacked out on drugs or alcohol, or both, and sometimes they were
        also foreigners with no English speaking skills, just to make things really interesting. Some were lifelong crazy and some got
        there suddenly with no warning and sometimes I was the first one to meet their new scary personas. I took a lot of them to the
        hospital emergency room for psychiatric evaluations. The compliant ones went voluntarily in the back seat of a police car. The
        non-compliant ones were strapped down on gurneys and taken by ambulance. The combative ones were drugged with forced
        intranasal sprays that put them into a drooling stuporous state of cooperation. Some of my clients graduated on to state mental
        institutions and they did not come back. Others had unfortunately actually just returned from those places. Some crazy people
        knew that they were mentally ill; they were the easiest ones to work with. Those were also the rare ones. Unfortunately, most of
        the crazy folks I met did not know that they were mentally ill. Sometimes I tried telling them about the reality that they actually
        lived in but my conversion and success rate was miserably low.














        I met a lot of injured people. Injuries like contusions, concussions, lacerations, fractures, punctures, and crushings. I saw a lot
        of  bloody  people.  Bloody  dead  people,  bloody  live  people,  and  bloody  live  people  who  were  dying.  I  saw  blood  in  cars,
        ambulances, police cars, blood in pools and in thick puddles on the ground, blood soaked through clothing, blood under bodies,
        and blood pouring from people’s heads and faces. I saw people with teeth knocked out, hair pulled out, broken noses, cut with
        knives, hit with bottles, hit with boards, hit with cars, stabbed, broken bones, punched and slapped and smacked and shot and
        run over. I saw too many people vomit in my presence and I met more than a few folks with poop on them, some dead, some
        alive; some knew it, some didn’t. I’ve picked up more broken body parts than I ever wanted to, that includes pieces of skull,
        teeth, a finger…and no that was not all from the same scene those were different times and places and victims.
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