i have a less impressive scar on my thumb where i stabbed myself ewith a swiss army knife at the age of 8 XD
Age 4: broken "Jesus candle" (glass jarlike thing), huge gash on the right forearm. Numerous stitches. Age 6: metal spike through my [cover your eyes ladies & Genji] scrotum and left inner thigh. Age 7: two german shephards attacked me ripping of my right ear down to the earlobe, tearing my right facial cheek, and tearing out a huge chunk of my right leg. Lots of immediate stitches reattaching portions of flesh and seven reconstructive procedures later I'm good as new. Age 8: wile playing around an abandoned school, I [for some idiotic reason] removed my right shoe and stepped on a huge piece of broken glass. Lots of stitches. Age 10: bitten by a small woodland creature. Stitches and rabies shots. Age 10: while running in the woods [different time], my right legg slips into a small animal hole, causing a compound fracture to my lower fibula and tibia. Stitches and metal spikes. Age 11: major car accident resuling in a fractured lower vertibra, a broken nose, torn abdomen and a fractured wrist. Stitches, traction and a few casts. Age 13: while playing with my dad's sizeable collection of tools in his shop, I slipped while sharpening a piece of metal [for no reason whatsoever] and my right thumb fell into the spinning wheel of the grinder pulling off a nice chunk of fleash. Stitches. Age 19: mugged downtown Cleveland in the "gay" district. Stitches to the forehead. (also subjected to verbal abuse from the investigating officer who asked me if I was a fairy, when I said "yes" he asked why I didn't fly to the hospital, so I told him my fucking wings were wet, it was raining). Age 24: mugged [AGAIN!] outside my apartment in the VERY nice Phoenix suburb of Ahwatukee Foothills. Stitches to the back of the head. Age 31: attacked (I kid you not) downtown Cleveland (in the Flats) by a crack addict who bashed me in the back of the head with a glock and started freaking out and pointing a gun at my friend and I demanding cash "NOW!!!", but I only had my American Express... so that's all he got. Stitches to the back of the head... AGAIN. The end. ~String
(are you keeping tabs?) Fuck me. I also had my appendix out AT THE SAME TIME. Oy veh. Add those to the list: Age 32: dual hernia/appendectomy operation. Stitches. ~String
I also think I fucked-up the ages by a year in some cases. I've practically resided at the Cleveland Clinic for most of my life. It's all a blur. ~String
I fell through a window. I held onto the pane, but i accidently loosened my grip, and it slashed my arms into 29 lacirations, and the marks are still visible to this day. I lost 5 pints of blood, and i died for about 30 secs.
Yes... yes. I'll get there eventually. You know, Orly, it's not the destination but the voyage. Hasn't anybody ever told you!? ~String
I die a little more inside every time you go away Reiku. Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image! ~String
awwweee... first of all. You are soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo fuckin cute for saying that string Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image! And no, i wasn't drunk. I locked myself out of the house, and i naively accumulated that the roof window was the best option of entrance. I climbed up to the roof, smashed the roof window, and put my arm through the abstract, hoping to loosen th window bars, only to find that a very slimey type of moss has grown by the vents, and i slipped. I fell into the window, smashing 30% extra composition, whilst holding to pure agony, i let go by accident, and i was lacirated to unconsciousness.
That very depends on how you analyze the variables. Worst of it, the doctor immediately thought i tried to kill myself..!!!!!!!!