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The county coroner told me about a guy who had recently killed himself with a circular saw, of all things. “He clamped it into a
vise upsisde down, jammed the guard open, and lowered his neck onto the spinning blade. Made a huge mess in his garage.”

The scene: A Mexican restaurant. The problem: a burglar had broke out the bottom glass door panels in the side of the building
during the night, and low crawled to the cash register area to steal the cash on hand. I know that’s what happened because the
owner was perplexed the alarm system had not gone off. So I low crawled from the door to the register with the alarm on; no
trip. As soon as I stood up though, the motion sensor got me. So whoever did it, totally knew where the motion sensors were.

Me, at another Mexican restaurant crime scene, after hours. In the kitchen I come across a large plastic bin – garbage can size –
of tortilla chips. The kind you get when they bring you chips and salsa when you first sit down. I was kind of stunned. A giant
bin of chips..with no lid on. Just…sitting there in the kitchen. No lid. Open to the air. No lid. Wow. I thought it might be for the
old discarded chips, but no..that was the source of the new chips. Darn it that had been my favorite Mexican restaurant, too.

A big Cadillac sedan is on its side in the middle of the road. The 15 year kid trying to drive it took a corner too sharp, hit a huge
rock, and got halfway to flipping the car. Turns out his older brother was in court for some kind of a charge, and for some reason
handed dad’s car keys to his younger brother who then went out on a joyride. The kid also had some alcohol in his backpack.
Not a good day for him at all.