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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At theage of 16 during a band rehearsal I was soldering some mics.
The only plug I could use for the soldering iron was in the stage floor under a grand piano. So I sat under the piano plugged the soldering iron in and let it heat up. The guitarist asked me to plug his amp into the socket next to the soldering iron, so I leant over putting my full weight on my left hand. Do I really need to say what happened next? Needless to say it left a pretty interesting burn in my left palm that only started to fade after 20 years. It didn't do my head much good either when I jumped up and nearly put it through the bottom of the piano.
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Goatpod, Fri 4 Feb 2005, 15:43,
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