She called me "Mr. Randy"

Yesterday, sitting in the living room after dinner watching television, we notice a couple of police cars rushing in and parking directly out front of our place.  A fire truck follows them in, then a third police car.  As the ambulance pulls up, everyone else dons protective gloves before entering.  Minutes later, they're passing around face guards (spit shields) to those going back inside.  Then three more police cars, supervisors I'm guessing, unmarked cars arrived.  Paramedics, police and firefighters were in and out and relatives were starting to gather outside.

After 20-some minutes they finally enter with a stretcher and eventually they return to the ambulance with my neighbor's daughter on her side.  They sat in the ambulance for nearly another 20 minutes before shutting off the emergency lights and driving away slowly and silently.

Today, all I know for sure is that it was probably a suicide attempt, possibly successful?  The media and police will not report any details on anything remotely associated with someone attempting to take their own lives, which I understand.  

I've watched this young woman grow up from a little girl.  She's lived here nearly 8-9 years and when she first moved here she was a bright-eyed sidewalk chalk artist that was exceptionally polite and energetic.  I don't know her name, I never asked, I normally referred to her when I saw her the same way every time, "Hello beautiful!"  She called me Mr. Randy when she was small. 

Is it wrong that my eyes are a little wet right now?  Not knowing sucks, ya'll.

Still Wrestling...

Been a crazy few weeks again, capped by EVERYTHING TO LOSE at CWF ABSOLUTE JUSTICE 2019.  As I arrive at the building in the afternoon I spot "daddy" Garry Stevens in the building and seeing him again was way overdue.  Seems another old buddy "El Fuego" Jesse Ortega contacted him about going out to dinner and basically told him "we can go to wrestling too" and there he was.  Larger than life and grinning like a possum!  

I personally witnessed the bloodiest match in my 30 year career and surprisingly, only ONE man was bleeding.  I don't know how Aric Andrews went as long and hard as he did with all of the plasma he splashed all over the ring canvas, the floor and the front row.  I'm also thinking, hey, I've been ringside for every sanctioned Kazi Rules match that there's ever been.  

Here's a VERY GRAPHIC PHOTO.  

My camera girl Katie got woozy during this match and said she was getting sick.  I watched most of it from the screen on my camera, unaware at the moment of just how much blood was splattered all over the place.  But when it was over.  Oh boy.  

Saturday ended with emergency personnel at the Sportatorium following the event and I found an exit and headed for home around 11:30.  As I pull into my driveway I realize I never told Ulysse Demos goodbye, as he is heading back home to France.  He has a match next Saturday in France and I expect a full report from him on it!

And for the record, thanks everybody that makes these things happen.  That means everyone who gives their time and cares about how things are done.  I see things getting done, like clockwork, especially by the younger crew and the newest trainees.  Think about it, just a few short years ago Cain Justice helped me run event sound and was responsible for playing entrance music.  And you know what?  Maybe THAT is one of the biggest draws to me to indy pro wrestling today...The fact that people ARE making their dreams come true.  Right Trev?