Wednesday, 11 February 2009
He lost his arm in the machine. I do feel the guilt. I wish I could have done something. Others say that I could. That I could have punched the emergency stop. I could reach it; could have hit it. Even he thinks I'm a dick, but I can't help it, I really couldn't then either. I've tried to tell them that I couldn't have done it if it had been my own arm being ripped off. They don't beleive me. I have to suffer that too. The mistrust. There was a spider on the button. I'm sorry.