I had a similar experience once, a lad I knew, his girlfriend left him and he fell apart,
I did everything I could to help, I was practically his slave for months, as we lived in the same block of flats, he was basically her stalker but I did my best to stop him ending up in the police station till he got over it. In short, I was a good friend.

One day a few months after all this had blown over there were guys getting beaten up regularly in our street in some kind of organised mugging, 2 or 3 guys would come from one end of the street, then 6 or so from the other, and they would all lay into one guy from the first group. I kept calling the police but each time the police arrived everyone would disappear, and they were getting pissed at me!

It took me a few times to realise A: These were organised attacks, probably gay bashings (from the insults thrown) and B: They must have had police scanners/radios, and even more disturbingly they were taking the victim away, and presumably as I was being accused of lying about these attacks, the victims weren't going to the police with their story afterwards, so what was happening to them!?

So I asked my aforementioned friend the next time it happened if he would be the one to go downstairs to the payphone (no mobiles, this was in the '80s) and dial 999, using my name, while I stuck my head to the window to see what happened, like which car they got into or whatever, that way I would have something more to tell the police.

In short, return a small favour to his good friend.

He flatly refused. It wasn't his problem.

People can be real selfish cunts, which may serve them well in short terms, however, the next time they need help, I'm reassured by what a short supply they will find themselves receiving, this feller certainly lost a good friend that night and I made sure plenty of others heard how, too.
( ..wil, Tue 29 Jan 2008, 11:44, Reply)