He started doing CPR like a crazy man, even though the top of the kid’s head was gone. He just kept right on doing it, even though every time he did—blood shot out of the top of the kid’s head like a water fountain flowing red. One one thousand. BLOOD. Two one thousand. BLOOD. He kept doing CPR until the cops came and pulled him off. That evening Bobbie B. went home and tried to hang himself behind the locked door of his bedroom. It didn’t work.
