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The woman who shot herself with a unique, rare antique 4 barrel pistol. She learned if you want to do it right and actually die
you need to aim higher than the bladder. Otherwise you’re just going leak bloody urine all over the floor with a new hole in your
gut. It hurt so much she only fired the gun once; leaving the other three barrels unused.

Me, at another suicide scene. Middle aged guy chose the very risky tactic of shooting himself in the heart with a very large
revolver. It actually worked perfectly though; the bullet was aimed up under his ribcage and it hit his heart just right, shredding
it into jello. He died so fast he didn’t even close his eyes. Lit cigarette still in one hand. Still sitting upright in his recliner.

Me, at a car crash scene. Nothing actually too exciting but I enroute there I had a massive adrenaline dump and now my body
was trying to digest it all, and not doing well, because a couple minutes into the event I get the shakes real bad, that I can’t
control it. Shivering so bad it made me feel ridiculously cold and lost some fine motor skills while trying to write. I had to go sit
down in my car with the heat on full blast for a couple minutes to recover. I’d say that happened to me about 5 times during my
career; mostly in the first few years. Super inconvenient. The last time was so long ago I can’t even remember; it was mostly a
rookie thing. I also definitely got for-reals tunnel vision at least a couple times, during very intense situations.

Homeless guy, mid 20’s, schizophrenic, randomly yelling at people as he was walking through town. I took him to jail. He said
he knew he was schizophrenic. I asked him if he was taking his medication. He said his religion would not allow medication. He
was a Christian Scientist. I had a lot of other questions but I didn’t ask. I did tell him that he needed a new religion though,
because obviously thoughts and prayers weren’t helping him enough.