In all the years I’ve lived in New York, I’ve called 911 upwards of ten times. Tonight was the first time I’ve ever needed to call for EMS. I’m pretty sure my doorman overdosed on something. He was sitting up with wide bloodshot eyes, covered in vomit, and completely unresponsive.
I thought having a doorman was supposed to make you feel safer, so if this happens where you live, I’m guessing it’s a sign that you should be living in constant fear.
