Scars with historyYou've all got scars: they're nature's little reminders not to be so damned stupid next time. My favourite is the 1/4" round hole in the back of my right hand, created when I was 7 by my best friend putting a manure-covered gardening fork "away".
Tell us the stories behind your scars. With photos if possible.
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chthonic, Fri 4 Feb 2005, 10:00)
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Two vertical cuts on my right wristwhich look like a failed suicide attempt.
Came home from the pub one night to find that my girlfriend (who'd been clubbing elsewhere) had come back early, feeling ill. She's got some acid, which she offers me.
I spend the next eight hours tripping my tits off, while she sleeps. When she wakes up she demands a glass of water, which I'm in no state to get. She tells me what an ungrateful bastard I am, storms out of the room, pulling open the previously-kicked-in (by a guest, not us, we weren't that awful) heavy door, which collapses towards my head. As I raise my hand to stop my skull being smashed like a boiled egg, two nasty rusty nails gouge my wrist open.
Nothing brings you down quite as quickly as watching claret pouring out of your arm...
(, Fri 4 Feb 2005, 14:56, Reply)
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