"I hate when I do that."
I would have to say that this individual has a drinking problem
He drinks,yes. But, he is tough to have survived.
Tommy played piano like a kid out in the rain then he lost his leg in Dallas he was dancin’ with the train
They were all in love with dying they were drinkin’ from a fountian
That is pouring like an avalance coming down the mountian…
Happened to someone in the small town I live in also. He, an older gentleman, fell asleep on the tracks in a drunken stupor and the train severed both legs.
Of course, lawsuits were filed against the railroad on the drunk guy’s behalf.
Make stupid choices/decisions, win stupid prizes.
Had a feeling alcohol was going to be involved somewhere in the event.
There but for the Grace of God...
"I hate when I do that."
He could have been using one of the rails as a pillow.
Maybe others know better, but wouldn’t he bleed out almost instantly, unless someone tied a tourniquet on his legs?
For taking this case, Sacramento attorney Daniel Wilcoxen should be severely beaten with a wet noodle, then sentenced to six months of Friday & Saturday, 10pm to 6am Emergency Room duty, assisting the staff in dealing with drunks, cleaning up after them and ensuring that they safely arrive home in one piece.
“Slicing” is not what trains do.
Somehow, without reading the article (FR tradition had to be observed), I knew that alcohol must have been a factor.
“The forward-facing video camera on the passenger train’s lead locomotive shows that Mr. Nevis was clearly visible to anyone inside the locomotive keeping a proper lookout, i.e., being alert and attentive,” the lawsuit says.
The train operators took no action to sound the locomotive’s horn or try to brake, the suit says, and “ran over Mr. Nevis, amputating his left leg above the knee and his right leg below the knee.”
The train continued on its route and no one reported the incident, the suit says, ...
I threatened to do this same thing because of diabetic peripheral neouropathy. It really flairs up some days.
Then, a soldier friend of mine who left his legs in Afghanistan told me about phantom pain.
How in hell did he not bleed out?
So both your legs get cut off by a train, then you spend the entire night sleeping on one of them, how is it he didn’t bleed to death or die from shock?