HONK. Floyd's Fuckups. Every man gets only a few but he managed to survive a great many, for a little while.
Selling drugs and doing drugs yeah but who cares. Just the beginning.
Mixing uppers and downers, he was a fucking walking pharmacy.
Trying to pass a fake bill.
Blowing off the storekeepers when they followed him to his car, they would have let the whole thing slide if he'd just returned the cigs or given them a real bill.
Staying in his car after they left and not starting it and just driving off.
Freaking out when he finished his nap and the cops arrived.
Swallowing enough fentanyl to kill him within ~15 minutes. He had done this before during a previous arrest and was saved by the hospital. The toxicology report (and white substance in his stomach) bears this out.
He reacts to attempts to place him into the police car by saying he is claustrophobic, distracting the cops from recognizing a medical reason for his extreme anxiety. There was probably no close-up retina check. This was a fatal mistake.
And obviously, he did not inform anyone directly within the 10 minute window in which naloxone might have saved his life.
Floyd begs to be let out of the car and laid out straight on the ground and thanks the cops when they do so, which is consistent with full body cramps preceding fentanyl death. He does not spend even his final breaths informing them of his fatal mistake.
America is hypnotized and deceived by the knee on the neck.
Please honk
HONK. Floyd's Fuckups. Every man gets only a few but he managed to survive a great many, for a little while.