Big pic
Sorry. Don't care really though.
Have a mass of scars but none recent thank feck.

The first is my right hand index finger (if you hadn't worked it out). Put it through a glass door that had exit written above it but didnt actually open outwards. Bastards. Someone else had done it a couple of years before and they had only replaced the pane with toughened glass in the one that broke.

No stitches in my finger though. I realise these days how lucky I was and how random it cut lengthways and not across.... :|

Similarly the scar above my knee is from the falling shards. This was 1993 - pre "sue yo ass mudder fluffer" days. So not a penny.
Below das knee is a big gouge from slipping into a shitty filthy duck pond that was rubble concrete lined. Ow. I had shit in it.

And the back of the has various glass (from door) inflicted slices, GCSE DT tears and a melted polo burn from Scouts.
Great days.
/edit - You can't really see them that clearly. So if you want some hot scar action call: 0891 SACR BTCH. This applies mostly to ladies who like men with hairy legs.
(tweebianmonkey Should be known as Widget, Fri 4 Feb 2005, 13:16, Reply)