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Photo below is from the scene where an older gentleman had bled out –by his own volition- and died next to his house. I tried
to save him; kneeling in the puddle of his blood, doing CPR, but I had no success because he didn’t have enough blood left in
his body anymore to circulate. He had suicided himself with, of all things, a very tiny keychain sized utility knife. The blade was
about the size of your smallest fingernail. Applied with a enough motivation to one’s cephalic veins, you too can create a mess
like this. He wife, nice old lady, had found him. She was pretty upset. She mentioned that he had been very depressed lately.

Later on I thought about it a lot (you get blood soaked into your clothes while trying to save a life, yeah..you’ll do some
reflecting..) and I concluded that IF the scene was actually a homicide and not a suicide, it would have been just about a perfect
crime. IF the old lady wanted her husband dead (Lemme stress this was NOT the case here, I’m just thinking creatively) it would
have been pretty easy for her to overdose grandpa with, say some prescription sleeping pills to knock him out, and then she
could slice up his arms and bleed him out. Then call the police, cry and act sad, and of course the cops are going to think it was
a simple suicide and nothing worse; who would suspect a crying old distraught grandma? Just an old guy who checked out. No
autopsy, no further questions… Hmmmm…perfect crime…

Me, responding to an aid call of an unresponsive/unconscious customer in a tanning salon. Dispatch notes on the computer
don’t indicate if it’s a medical condition or a drug overdose. I quickly arrive, park out front and I’m walking toward the front
door when aid crew guys arrive. They immediately start giving me shit because I got there first. “The one call it’s a guarantee
you cops always get to first are the ones with unconscious women in the tanning salon!” I told them this was the first time I’ve
been to the tanning salon for medical response. They continue in a good natured way “Car crashes, you guys always take your
time and we get there first. But every single call here, you cops drop everything to get here as fast as you can!” I stopped outside
the front door. “Really? This is not the first call here?” They brush past me with their gear and equipment and go in the front
door. “Yeah, and you guys beat us here every single time there’s an unconscious women in a tanning bed! Funny how that
happens!” I got out my notebook and scribbled down “Reminder: let the fire dept. guys get to the tanning salon calls first..”