Early Sunday morning I was at the Pineywoods Biker Blowout in Canton when a man fell at my feet. He was bleeding profusely from a large cut across the right side of his neck.
I knelt at this man's head and held it to maintain his airway so he could breath. His carotid artery was severed. I am a licensed CPR and First Aid instructor. I knew from the amount of blood loss that he would not survive. After a couple of minutes, blood stopped exiting the wound, he stopped breathing, and he died.
I left the scene and found a water hose and washed off as best I could.
I am trying to find out who this man was. I know who murdered him, but I can't find out the victim's name.
I still have this man's blood dried in my watch and in my boots. The incident was very upsetting to me.
I couldn't sleep because my pants were soaked with blood and it stunk like crawfish in my tent. I eventually had to get up and go to a laundromat at about 3:00am and wash my clothes.
On the ride home yesterday I couldn't stop thinking about how little respect people give edged weapons. In my martial arts training I've been taught some really, really stupid knife defenses over the years. I actually began to get very mad about how confident and carelessly I've seen some instructors teach knife defense.
A guy younger than me did not see the sun rise this morning like I did. He never will.
No more biker rallies for me. I was at that rally because all my friends here in Lufkin were all going. They are not redneck *******s. Earlier in the day Saturday I'd started getting disgusted with the level of red-neck-ness at the rally. Watching those 50-year old women waddling around in their black leather dressed-up like Marlin Brando was getting tiresome.
The murder did it for me. Screw those redneck *******s. I like to have a beer and listen to bands as much as the next guy. I used to enjoy the reversal ritual of "letting your hair down" at biker rallies a couple of times per year.
But this is just too much.
I am really, really mad about the whole situation.
I knelt at this man's head and held it to maintain his airway so he could breath. His carotid artery was severed. I am a licensed CPR and First Aid instructor. I knew from the amount of blood loss that he would not survive. After a couple of minutes, blood stopped exiting the wound, he stopped breathing, and he died.
I left the scene and found a water hose and washed off as best I could.
I am trying to find out who this man was. I know who murdered him, but I can't find out the victim's name.
I still have this man's blood dried in my watch and in my boots. The incident was very upsetting to me.
I couldn't sleep because my pants were soaked with blood and it stunk like crawfish in my tent. I eventually had to get up and go to a laundromat at about 3:00am and wash my clothes.
On the ride home yesterday I couldn't stop thinking about how little respect people give edged weapons. In my martial arts training I've been taught some really, really stupid knife defenses over the years. I actually began to get very mad about how confident and carelessly I've seen some instructors teach knife defense.
A guy younger than me did not see the sun rise this morning like I did. He never will.
No more biker rallies for me. I was at that rally because all my friends here in Lufkin were all going. They are not redneck *******s. Earlier in the day Saturday I'd started getting disgusted with the level of red-neck-ness at the rally. Watching those 50-year old women waddling around in their black leather dressed-up like Marlin Brando was getting tiresome.
The murder did it for me. Screw those redneck *******s. I like to have a beer and listen to bands as much as the next guy. I used to enjoy the reversal ritual of "letting your hair down" at biker rallies a couple of times per year.
But this is just too much.
I am really, really mad about the whole situation.