Blood

When I was a teenager I was expected to clean up after myself. Tell me what you would do if you were twirling a loaded gun and accidentally shot yourself in the hand. I'd be afraid of making a mess and would run to the sink or grab a towel to control the spurting. This kid, however, ran around the entire house decorating the floors, walls, and furniture in a trendy new blood spatter pattern.

I'm sure you've heard of disgruntled employees returning to work after being fired to terrorize the boss and fellow employees with a gun. When this guy was fired, he made a point to cuss out his co-workers on the way out. One of them apparently didn't like this too much and decided to pay the out of work man a visit later that night. He knocked on the styrofoam core door and waited for jobless joe to answer. When he opened the door, this guy raised a .45 and cranked off five rounds. After being hit once in the chest, the homeowner slammed the door and took two more rounds to the chest through the door.

With three gunshot wounds to the upper chest, the man was upset the police were bothering him and wanted us to leave. He was uncooperative and tried to refuse medical treatment. I'll never understand how some people can die from the slightest injury while others walk away unharmed by major trauma.