christov

ok... so i didnt have beer for breakfast today... in fact, I was thinking I wouldnt drink at all today...

well i wasnt going to at least until this shit happened...

I got to be someone's medical first-responder today. some fucker stepped out in front of a car (maybe intentionally, maybe he was just fucked up on who knows what). he got trapped underneath and dragged for a ways. I was the first one there. it was a bad scene, his head, chest and right arm were under the front right wheel. I heard him gargling on his own blood. I'm not an EMT or anything, but I've got my certification in CPR, First Aid. There wasn't shit i could do for him save for check his vitals and try to keep him awake until ems arrived. some jackass who showed up kept telling the driver to back her car off the dude. I insisted that she not; moving the car would be a great way to finish him off.

EMS finally arrived, but the motherfucker died right there at my feet.

I feel bad for the lady that hit him. she tried to dodge him, but couldnt. she was in a bad way.

"looks like i picked the wrong day to stop drinking" -lloyd bridges