We're talking at 3AM, and lucky to be, because twelve hours earlier he was dead in the back of a local transit authority bus. Narcan is a wonderful drug but it has a fault. For instance, it allows the subject to leap directly from death back into a life where the subject has dedicated oneself to the pursuit of the substance that killed him. What's often missing is the felt awareness that one was dead. That shit-scared feeling/understanding of going over the precipice and into the void. Perhaps part of the rescue protocol should be to take some photos or a minute of video to show the person later when things settle down.
"Hey man, this is you, dead. See? Your lips are blue. You're all floppy and shit. What do you think of that?"
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