It faded the cement, but it didn't take the blood away.

We was upset. We was crying. She was wondering why we were crying. You had three children out here who saw it.

She didn't even know her hand was gone. She did not scream. She was very calm.

She was screaming a lot, ... She was down on the (cement) and she was throwing up blood. Her sister was calling for help.

Faded like morning fog in the rising sun, sports team logo on a cheap T-shirt, ninety-nine dollar paint job on a Chevy.

I was the cement mixer.