Man Who Quit Sobriety Test With .419 BAC Is A Good Example Of Knowing When To Take An L
THIBODAUX, La. – A Louisiana man who was pulled over for driving the wrong way on a one-way street was hospitalized after officers determined his blood alcohol level was at a potentially lethal level, WGNO reports.
Todd Patton, 36, registered a BAC of .419 percent at the time of his arrest, according to the Thibodaux Police Department.
Patton performed poorly on a field sobriety test, gave up halfway and told officers he “was going to jail anyways,” according to the TPD.
At the Thibodaux Police Department headquarters, Patton began to act lethargic and had poor coordination, and officers transferred him to the hospital after his BAC was confirmed.
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We’ll all been here, the drunk wall. The drunk wall is that moment when you stare your drunkiness right down the gullet and call it a night. We’ve all reached that point, and nobody can tell exactly when it’s going to hit, but when it hits it hits hard. The drunk wall is when all semblance of denial goes out the window: no drinking water will not help, no closing your eyes really tight won’t make the spins go away, and no taking a cold shower will not magically sober you up- your night is over.
It’s happened to all of us: I had one night in particular where brutal treatment and betrayal in a slapcup game found me browning out at 7:30PM. I ran the fucking gamut: I literally took laps around the block, I swan dove over tables, I did pushups, sit-ups (don’t mean to brag), chugged electrolytes, broke our shower, called my friends terrible names- all in the name of salvaging a night, but I could not. I had hit my drunk wall, the point where all of the denial and all of the pretending was pointless, I was hammered and that’s the way it was gonna be. After the drunk wall you know you’re going to come out of the night a loser, and how you handle the rest is up to you. Me? I fell into a lot of doorways and made at least three enemies. That’s right, three enemies.
That’s what happened to our friend here. Blowing a .406 on the breathalyzer, just hammed out of his goddamn mind, trying to walk in a straight line without going face to the curb. The fact that this guy was even able to stand up for a sobriety test is a miracle, well actually the fact he's alive is a miracle. This is when the drunk wall hits. He could have kept trying until failure, he could have fought tooth and nail to stay the spins for just a second, but instead he saw his fate and he took it head on, refusing to finish the test and saying that he was ““was going to jail anyways,” yes my friend, it appears you are. The drunk wall: the moment where the wandering drunk soul can finally rest its weary head.The moment where the mind and body converge to say, “that’s enough”. The moment where all dreams and hopes of ending the night in a W fade softly into the glaring L that rises from the evening’s wreckage like a new day’s sun. Good night, sweet Todd, sleep well: tomorrow’s going to be rough.
