i was in the back room cleaning some paint machine parts when my friend yelled for a band aid and ran around the corner pouring blood from his hands.
i ripped open a bag of rags and he applied pressure looking very pale.
i've never seen so much blood.
he was making a window screen when his razor knife slipped and cut vertically from the middle if his palm all the way down his wrist.
they got him to an emergency center and he got stitched up okay.
by some miracle when the blade went down his wrist it merely scratched him. the blade cut at least a half an inch into his palm. and it ended milimeters before his artery.
he's lucky to have survived.
how insane is that?
after he left i mopped up all the blood.
the door handle, covered in blood.
the floors, blood.
the knife, blood,
the screen, blood
the rags, bloody
trash can, blood
everything.
i've seen too much blood today.
i'm tired and feel off.
my mojo's all outta whack now.
i can't eat and want to sleep
but i don't want to.
crazy motherfucker came back to work later on.
gotta go.