Tripping balls face down in an alley

Andrew Dice Clay looking mother fucker is in it deep with the wrong people.

He loses another hand and half his stack of chips it took him days to build up.

He grabs his chest and stumbles outside to a very empty street.

Collapses

____ rushes over after wandering what it's like to pass out face down in a gutter during the PEAK of many hallucinogens kicking in at once.

He tries helping the downed sack of potatoes and doesn't recognize the 3 Mob Jockeys coming for their Stpud.

The downed fella grunts "Don't let them take me, please" and the tripping ____ is pulled off him.

"Check his pulse"

____"He's dead."

"Check again"

____"He'll still be fucking dead!"

"Alright smart guy, maybe he is. Maybe you did it. You announce em dead, you take over his responsibility"

The 2 minions take the signal and grab the fella whose now got a calm excitement about him.

All the times _____ tripped balls before this he wasted them, couldn't put his heightened senses to the test and left the journeys feeling it was time wasted.

They approached the entry of the building & the automatically opening door only go about 45 degrees before locking out.

The 2 minions turn him and he looks over to the potato sack of heart attack that's dusting himself off and waving goodbye to him right as a foreign ambulance slams their breaks, hit him, and piles him in to the back before checking something off a clipboard.

The lights in the buildings entries were flickering but something got them all to work in a moment and their bright florescents made shutting his eyes feel like the proper thing to do.