We arrived just as the crowd started losing control.
“He’s dead,” my partner informed me as I began CPR.
“Why are you doing CPR.”
“Cuz they don’t.”
Yeah he was dead. Yeah he was cold. Yeah he was going to stay dead.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. There’s ten people just saw him breathing an hour ago. They don’t want to hear he’s dead. They have a life to live after he’s gone. They have some soul searching to do. They will have to explain to themselves and a whole lot of other people how their twenty year old friend overdosed in their house while they went on partying.
They have to know we tried. I think so, anyway, maybe I’m wrong, and times have changed, and a dead friend is no big deal.
“Screw them, said my partner.”
“Screw them? Screw me, just help me get him out of here, this isn’t going well.”
“Well what did you start CPR for?”
“Because dead twenty year olds deserve a chance. And there’s ten of them and two of us, and who knows when the cops will get here.”
We dragged the dead kid out of there, and the crowd tried to follow, some of them, anyway, others stood there, shocked.
People are not idiots forever. People change, they grow, they learn, they get better. Yeah, they screwed up, and yeah their friend is dead, and yeah he isn’t coming back.
But they didn’t put the needle in his arm, they didn’t kill him, and they need to get their heads out of their asses, smarten up and start getting better.
Their friend is dead. They are not. They deserve a chance.