texts: Relax, it's a street job, easy except for the smell. We'll just throw him in back and zip over to Mercy--no blood, no dying, that's how I look at it. He's just a drunk. </s> <s> It's not our job to taxi drunks around. </s> <s> They'll just keep calling.
labels: Someone's gonna die someday causa that bum, going to have a cardiac and the only medics will be taking care of Mr. Oh.