For the past couple of days, i have been thinking about dealing with sick and dead people. When they have been dead for a while, you know it. The have that blue squashed look. It isnt pleasant. It may be job to help people, but there are those that dont, or wont take it. The variety of calls that we get are truly amazing. There are the ones that are humourous, and heartbreaking. There are the truly bizzare, and the truly amazing.
I cant stand suicides. It has got to be the most selfish act around. If you need help, go get it. Dont fuck up your loved ones psyche by destroying yourself. And cleaning up your mess isnt the highlight of my day either. 20 minutes of trying to save your life, and 10 minutes to erase the evidence of your death at the scene. Then I get to pass that spot where you jumped daily. And your still dead. And i can see you brain matter and pools of coagulating blood at the spot you chose to swan dive. It sucks. And you were 17. That sucks more.
If you decide to do drugs and fuck yourself up in the process, I will try to help you. But when they push that detox drug into your fucking veins to bring you down, shut the fuck up. And keep your fucking hands and mouth to yourself. Sometimes I feel empathy for you, but your asshole behavoir makes me believe you need a few less teeth in your raddled head. And believe me, I am the nice guy on the truck. Others dont feel that empathy part, and you will be restrained. So try and handle what you ingest, or get sober, fool.
If you havent seen Grandma for a while and her room smells bad, call 911, moron. Dont call your Aunty, Uncle, Joe dumbfuck across the street. Get help now! We cant do SHIT if you dont call. Nothing worse than a life that could have been saved but family called everyone in town to figure out what the fuck to do before calling 911. Morons.
Rants over.
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