My chest was cut real bad, too, but we both didn't know until we got to the hospital. We were mostly concerned about my neck, and he saw that the jugular wasn't cut, so he knew that we would get to the hospital in time.

It just about killed me - the cuts were about a centimeter from my jugular vein.

It's kind of cathartic to laugh about the city's plight.

We're in the very early marketing stages.

My dad was in the pasture with me and saw me, so he came over to get me in the truck, and he took me to the hospital.