What's With Sundays
I will not go into much detail about last Sunday, but I will give you a debriefing. Liv, Nova, and I were headed to Kingwood to see my cousin Aric. Approaching the intersection of I-45 and 1960, I look out my drivers side window. What I see unravels the little bit of sense i had left to look away. There was a lady. She was standing up with her head between her legs. At first I thought it was a strange statue, and then the statue starting throwing wads of toilet paper she was using to...... well.... I bet you can guess. It was a full moon ladies and gentlemen, and God we needed some cloud cover. That was a first, and hopefully a last.
Today, Sunday August 4th, Liv, Nova, and i are heading to The Home Depot. We stop at the intersection of Louetta and 249, east bound. We are behind a gold Honda Civic. The light turns green, the Honda idles. I honk once, I honk twice, nothing. I realize this guy is not going to budge. I pull up to the side of the car to see if everything is alright. There is a man slumped over the drivers seat, completely passed out. I jump out of my car and start banging on his window. He is about 25, and from my observation, was HIIIIIIGGGGHHHHH AF. I was soon joined by a few other concerned pedestrians. "His doors are locked" "Should we break his window?" someone asks. "Yes, but his car is still in drive, do not stand in front of it" I call out for someone to call 911. At this point there was a mild panic. As cars cruise past the front of us on the feeder, I can't help but think how bad this could all go.
Finally, after more than 5 minutes of banging on this guys window, he snaps back to reality. I am telling the lady on the phone with 911 to tell the operator his license plate number. I notice the Honda start to inch forward and I run up to the drivers side window. "Hey bro, they have your license plate number, and leaving the scene could get you in way more trouble." There is no way I am letting this guy drive the streets in his condition. He keeps telling everyone, "thank you I'm fine," with a subtle slur. I say "put your car in park bro." "Thank you, thank you." I reach my arm through his slightly cracked window and unlock the door. I open the door as relaxed as I can and immediately jump halfway in his lap. I slam my foot down on his, which is on the brake pedal, throw the car in park, take the keys out of the ignition and proceed to throw them in front of his car. I get out. He gets out behind me, "Dude, what are you doing." This was the point where I almost lost my cool. I get in his face and proceed to tell him how inconsiderate he is for putting peoples lives in danger, along with some other choice words. I ended up leaving the scene in the heat of the moment. I do have limitations.
When I was done at The Home Depot, I came back around to give the officers my statement. There were multiple drugs on the hood of his car.
It saddens me to know that my actions today might of got this young man in trouble. There were times in my life where people showed me mercy, and I am forever grateful. These kinds of moments are defining for all parties. I can live with this man going to jail. I can't live with someone getting hurt because I choose not to take action.
I wish him the best. I hope he does not hold what I did against me. I want him to have a full, and long life. I wondered what he was thinking sitting in the back of that cop car. I wanted to go speak with him, maybe offer up some words of encouragement, and let him no that things will not always be bad. I choose not to. This will be my only regret.
