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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Just Say No To Drugs1990, inner Sydney music venue (the old Evil Star, for the trainspotters). Bad acid trip (my last as it happens), was talking to some bloke who I didn't know, found that I didn't like his mate, and thought that the best way to deal with this was to smash my glass right into my forehead.
Ow. Nine stiches later, I was still freaking out, rang my best mate (4am, he was slightly bemused). Now have scar in the middle of my forehead.
Never, ever get stiches in your head whilst tripping. Good party story, though.
(, Sun 6 Feb 2005, 13:02, Reply)
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