OMG! Dead body!

[Gizmo]

Now that I've got your attention - if you were to go to a hotel and saw a dead body in your hotel room what would you do?

Going to the cops would be the easiest answer BUT what if doing that makes you a suspect?

 

[MrDawn]

I'd call the cops on my cell immediately. I wouldn't go in or touch anything.

 

[Nebulous]

Now that I've got your attention - if you were to go to a hotel and saw a dead body in your hotel room what would you do?

Going to the cops would be the easiest answer BUT what if doing that makes you a suspect?

The only thing you could do is immediately report it and not touch anything like @MrDawn said. If you did anything else like try to dispose of the body you would look EXTREMELY guilty.

 

[Dee]

Call the cops and alert the hotel staff. I mean, that'd be pretty jarring, but it's the most logical.

 

[iMage]

Have to immediately contact the cops and leave the room not touching anything.

 

[Webster]

Now that I've got your attention - if you were to go to a hotel and saw a dead body in your hotel room what would you do?

Going to the cops would be the easiest answer BUT what if doing that makes you a suspect?

Call the cops and say @MrDawn did it.... *adds deadpan* "....with the wrench in the cupboard next to Miss Scarlet!"

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[Nebulous]

Call the cops and say @MrDawn did it.... *adds deadpan* "....with the wrench in the cupboard next to Miss Scarlet!"

Clue

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How dare you! @MrDawn is innocent!

 

[Webster]

How dare you! @MrDawn is innocent!

Yeah, you're right....it was actually @PGen98 with a lead pipe in the Conservatory....

 

[PGen98]

Yeah, you're right....it was actually @PGen98 with a lead pipe in the Conservatory....

Sorry, hon, no lead pipes here anymore.

 

[Webster]

Sorry, hon, no lead pipes here anymore.

I'm just going with the weapons they had in the game, sweets...

 

[PGen98]

I'm just going with the weapons they had in the game, sweets...

 

[Webster]

The dirtier the better...

 

[iMage]

I am 53 now, but when i was 18 i lived on the streets. Staying in seedy hotels from time to time. I did walk into an aquantances room one time at one of the SRO's (single room occumpancy) ... and he had overdosed at some point and was dead on the floor. I DID leave the room immediately and called 911 and took off. That wasnt the first time dealing with overdoses, i used to sell hash and weed on the street, and i walked in on my dealer overdosed on heroin in his SRO and i called 911 again and took all his "product" and left. He lived and i brought back his stuff.

It is def a freaky situatioin to be put into walking into someone being dead or near death. those are just 2 examples of times, there were lots of others over the years as well. Living on the streets as long as i did when i was young i seen alot of sketchy shit

 

[Nebulous]

I am 53 now, but when i was 18 i lived on the streets. Staying in seedy hotels from time to time. I did walk into an aquantances room one time at one of the SRO's (single room occumpancy) ... and he had overdosed at some point and was dead on the floor. I DID leave the room immediately and called 911 and took off. That wasnt the first time dealing with overdoses, i used to sell hash and weed on the street, and i walked in on my dealer overdosed on heroin in his SRO and i called 911 again and took all his "product" and left. He lived and i brought back his stuff.

It is def a freaky situatioin to be put into walking into someone being dead or near death. those are just 2 examples of times, there were lots of others over the years as well. Living on the streets as long as i did when i was young i seen alot of sketchy shit

Yikes, glad you have a roof over your head now!

 

[iMage]

Yikes, glad you have a roof over your head now!

Ya and have had for many years now. I was on the streets from the time i was 12 until i was 22. I had made enough money selling drugs as a young adult to get a place. And continued on doing what i did till i was 26 , then, after getting out of jail, got a job in construction and started getting my shit together. Now i am 53 and worked every day since then

 

[Nebulous]

Ya and have had for many years now. I was on the streets from the time i was 12 until i was 22. I had made enough money selling drugs as a young adult to get a place. And continued on doing what i did till i was 26 , then, after getting out of jail, got a job in construction and started getting my shit together. Now i am 53 and worked every day since then

Wow, sounds rough. Sounds like the first half your life was rocky and the second half (so far) has been more stable. Glad you were able to turn things around.

On the streets at age 12? No parents or guardians trying to get you back home?

 

[iMage]

Wow, sounds rough. Sounds like the first half your life was rocky and the second half (so far) has been more stable. Glad you were able to turn things around.

On the streets at age 12? No parents or guardians trying to get you back home?

My dad was an abusive alcoholiic and kicked me out one niight. I did end up in a kids home ffor a bit, but i hated that and ran off .... for about a yearr ii stayed in a boarded up apartment building. Fed myself by doing eat and runs and shoplifttiing. II knew ii had to start making money, so i started breaking into convience stores at nght and stealing cigarrettes, and i would sell them outside the local bars at night and made enough money to start feedinig myself. I used to hang out at this one arcade, dingey little place called The Rig, and met a older guy name Red Freak, he was a drug dealer and i started sellling weed for him.... I could go on and on, i been told i should write a book about my life, ii rrecently did a FOI request for all my juvenille records from all my arrests and time done in juvie etc

 

[iMage]

I have some regrets like not going to school, i was scared if i went to school they would send me back to the boys home, it was a horrible place and the staff were assholes. I made it through many years of living on the street in a couple difffrent cities over the years. Going to juvie , and evenutally adult jail for short bits. It wasnt until after my best friend got shot and died right in front of me in a park that something clicked and i needed to start making some changes to my lifestyle before i ended up that way to. It didnt happen riight away as it is all i knew. After teh shooting and getting all teh cops off my back with the questioning and all that nonsense. I moved to a new city in a new Province and stayed with the same shit i was doing, selling drugs, but ended up meeting this guy called Sean in a bar one night, we became friends and would have a few drinks now and then, but he started a business, construction waste recycling, and asked me if i wanted to work for him. Iniially i said no, but he kept bugging me about it for about a year. So eventually i did go to work for him, and lived with him and his wife for a while. I credit him for helping me turn my life around, he did the same for alot of other people like me as well. Such a great man, and he will be missed by many

 

[Nebulous]

My dad was an abusive alcoholiic and kicked me out one niight. I did end up in a kids home ffor a bit, but i hated that and ran off .... for about a yearr ii stayed in a boarded up apartment building. Fed myself by doing eat and runs and shoplifttiing. II knew ii had to start making money, so i started breaking into convience stores at nght and stealing cigarrettes, and i would sell them outside the local bars at night and made enough money to start feedinig myself. I used to hang out at this one arcade, dingey little place called The Rig, and met a older guy name Red Freak, he was a drug dealer and i started sellling weed for him.... I could go on and on, i been told i should write a book about my life, ii rrecently did a FOI request for all my juvenille records from all my arrests and time done in juvie etc

I have some regrets like not going to school, i was scared if i went to school they would send me back to the boys home, it was a horrible place and the staff were assholes. I made it through many years of living on the street in a couple difffrent cities over the years. Going to juvie , and evenutally adult jail for short bits. It wasnt until after my best friend got shot and died right in front of me in a park that something clicked and i needed to start making some changes to my lifestyle before i ended up that way to. It didnt happen riight away as it is all i knew. After teh shooting and getting all teh cops off my back with the questioning and all that nonsense. I moved to a new city in a new Province and stayed with the same shit i was doing, selling drugs, but ended up meeting this guy called Sean in a bar one night, we became friends and would have a few drinks now and then, but he started a business, construction waste recycling, and asked me if i wanted to work for him. Iniially i said no, but he kept bugging me about it for about a year. So eventually i did go to work for him, and lived with him and his wife for a while. I credit him for helping me turn my life around, he did the same for alot of other people like me as well. Such a great man, and he will be missed by many

I can relate to the abusive alcoholic dad part. He never kicked me out though. Eventually my mom left him and we moved to another city.

You should write a book! Then it could be made into a badass movie, I'd watch it.

Sorry to hear about all the heartache you've dealt with. Seems like you used it to your advantage, let it build character and a will to survive.