Chav Scar
Remember the first time you get really drunk, threw up in a plant pot and your parents didn't talk to you for a week? After this episode they didn't talk to me for a month...

I was 14 and decided that drinking a bottle of cheap vodka rather than the usual white lightning would be a really really good idea. It wasn't.

I remember drinking, I remember making a fool of myself in front of the lad I fancied, though naturally I thought I was being really sophisticated. Then there is a gaping hole in my memory and the next thing I know I am waiting on a corner surrounded by a bunch of very scared looking teens being told not to worry because the ambulance is coming - and I have no idea why!

Apparently I went to sit down on a low fence and fell backwards. When I sat up I was bleeding profusely from the back of my head.

I threw up in the ambulance all over my friends mum (which although it was nice of her to accompany me is actually a good thing because most of the time she was a semi-psychotic prize one bitch.)

When the doctor was stitching my head, my father tells me I kept calling him rubbish (no idea why) and whenever my mother came in to my cubicle I would get very upset and kept saying "Its ok mum at least I'm not doing drugs" (not that night anyway)

So now I am the proud owner of a very large scar on the back of my head, it is rather lumpy and when it gets cold it aches.

My parents were most pissed of though because the police had to get them out of the pub. Not sure if that was because they were embarrassed or because it interupted their drinking...
(MyrtleTheTurtle, Tue 8 Feb 2005, 17:24, Reply)