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So I burned my inner right arm near the elbow. Dunno how it happened, but I was drinking too heavily almost every day at the time because I was unemployed and hated my living situation.
Anywho, I meet this girl at a party, we head back to her place and prepare to get all freaky deaky, when the smooches start hurting and I realize her nails are digging into my back a little too much. I'm like "Ow" and she responds by pinning my arm to the bed and ripping off that nice fresh quarter sized scab like she's opening a damned can of beer. I hollered, bled, put on my pants, and walked home. The scar has been there for almost 4 months now. We still hang out sometimes.
I've got a scar along my back from when I tumbled in the surf and got dragged across some coral, one on my wrist from getting cut on a road sign, and a lot of small ones up my arms and hands from brush and cats.
When I was two I was jumping on the bed and flew off and hit my forehead on the handle of the dresser. Bam, fourteen stitches right above the eye.
Another time I was skateboarding down a street and I gained too much speed, and I was crouched and I couldn't stand up and get off the board, so I slammed my knee into the asphault. There's still a little bit in there, I think.
though apparently i got stitches near my eye when i hit my forehead on the metal edge of a play uh..pit (the ones with all the colored balls in them) when i was 4, don't remember any of that though.
I have a big round scar on my right knee, and a similar, but smaller one on my left.
I got them years ago when I was 7, my friends were being asses and running ahead of me on the road (My athsma was getting really bad so I couldn't catch up) and I tripped and fell on some sharp rocks. One rock got jammed into my knee (right below my knee cap) and I pulled it out. The wound was very deep and blood was running all down my legs all over the pavement and my shoes.
I was getting really bad, I lost a lot of blood and was getting really woozy but I finally made it, and when I opened the door to my friend's house his parents and my friends just froze, with their jaws dropped. The blood was still oozing out of my legs and I stained their carpet. They wrapped up my legs and when I got home a few days later (my parents were on a cruise or some shit) they flipped out at my friend's parents and took me to the hospital. I should have gotten stitches, but it was all infected and a large mound of pus grew on it so they couldn't do anything.
After the pus went away a kept accidentaly re-opening the wounds.
Now my knee is all fucked up and I have a mild limp.
My dad's friend was trying to fix some wood cutting machine at the saw mill and while he had his forearm in it, the machine turned on and started grinding and ripping appart his arm, and it wouldn't turn off, and he tried to pull his arm out and the whole arm ripped right off of him.
The only raw scar I have is from playing tag inside a church building. Some of the doors had dividers. Some did not. My right eyebrow decided to say "Hi," to one of the ones that did.
It looks badass and is not easily noticeable though, so it's cool.
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I was sledding on pure ice last year and I somehow managed to slip after reaching the bottom of the hill and getting up, making a 2 inch long 1 inch high gash on my right hip.
It was healing pretty well, then I got into a fight, went home afterwards, and noticed that it was bleeding again and was now 3 inches long.
My most recent scar is from getting really really drunk the night before the last day of summer and flailing around a 40 of corona.
I was stabbing the ground with the broken bottle and it broke again and went about a half inch into my thumb right about where it connects to the rest of the hand.
I was like "oh....shit" and luckily I had a bandana in my pocket that I used to wrap it up in.
I woke up the next day at 10am in a gay acquantance's basement apartment with dried blood all the way down my arm.
The next 10 minutes of piecing together how and why I was there and what was wrong with my hand was probably the most confusing 10 minutes of my life.
When I was about 12 my father and brother and I were playing "sit in the entrance to tidepools and try to block the waves". Being a pretty smart guy and a Hawaiian, you'd think my dad would know better, but whatever.
Anyway, we block a few waves, and are just sitting when we see a wave starting from further out. Even at 12 I was thinking man this cannot be good right up until my dad starts screaming "back! back! get back!".
He makes it to his feet, my brother and I don't even get that far, before the wave plows into us. I get flurried around and actually knocked out on a rock, and come to with my foot stuck in a hole and my dad carrying my brother, who is, by the by, autistic and bleeding profusely from his knees. I struggle for a second with my stuck leg, and kinda panic, yanking it out. All my skin on my left left went with it. By some grace of god, I don't have any scar tissue anymore, except for on my foot at two points where the bone was visible.
Anyway, I'm still in shock, and looking at my dad, and he turns around and his back is in the same condition as my leg. No skin, just a rippling sea of blood. We gimp back to the car to put on bandages, and I happen to turn around. The series of 6 or 7 tidepools we were blocking the entrance to are no longer recognizable as water, filled with so much blood, and the path back to the car from where we were is a disgustingly wide red path.
My hands are covered in scars from football. Total: 23
I have a couple of scars on my chin from football.
I have a badass scar on the right side of my back where they took a chunk of bone out of my hip to place in my mouth for some reason I can't recall. It's about 8 inches long.
I have scar on the right side of my belly right on the hip bone from when I was drunk and doing something retarded like riding on the back of a car going 30 MPH and I thought I could actually somehow work the jump into not hurting.
I have a patch of small scars on the left side of my ribs from football.
I have a small scar on the top of my foot from a 2x4.
I have a scar that forms an H on the front of my left knee from some house siding.
And I have scar right below my left eyebrow from when I was young and dumb and the hammer on a single shot shotgun hit me right above my good eye.
I have a shitload more that I really can't explain or remember just from falling or getting cut or whatever but don't really stand out to me, they just add to the decor.
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Last year during football we were practicing kickoff agaisnt varsity, and after a few runs we took a water break.
I took off my helmet and I noticed that one side of it was completely covered and dripping in blood, spattered on the facemask as well as on the shoulder of my jersey on that same side.
I carefully inspected myself, and upon finding no injuries to speak of, I walked over to the varsity guys and asked, "Is anybody missing about a pint of blood?"
Broke some kids nose.
I was on kickoff return another time, ball came straight to me, I ran down the field not but 20 yards when I get demolished by the biggest kid on the other team.
I stand up, and see that my right pinky is pointing, when holding my palm towards my face, directly to the left.
I grabbed my gloves, slipped the right one on to keep it from flapping around, and went right back in.
This one runningback on our team lost 4 fingernails in one play, bandaged himself up, and was back in in 2 plays.
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I was sledding on pure ice last year and I somehow managed to slip after reaching the bottom of the hill and getting up, making a 2 inch long 1 inch high gash on my right hip.
It was healing pretty well, then I got into a fight, went home afterwards, and noticed that it was bleeding again and was now 3 inches long.
My most recent scar is from getting really really drunk the night before the last day of summer and flailing around a 40 of corona.
I was stabbing the ground with the broken bottle and it broke again and went about a half inch into my thumb right about where it connects to the rest of the hand.
I was like "oh....shit" and luckily I had a bandana in my pocket that I used to wrap it up in.
I woke up the next day at 10am in a gay acquantance's basement apartment with dried blood all the way down my arm.
The next 10 minutes of piecing together how and why I was there and what was wrong with my hand was probably the most confusing 10 minutes of my life.
so basically you're just really, really fucking stupid
I have a scar on my left and right thumbs, in almost exactly the same place.
The left was from a knife. I was cutting my 120th lb. of watermelon, and I wasn't really paying attention anymore.
The right was from punching a shaken up beer can with brass knuckles in Japan. I thought that it wouldn't, you know, shread apart. I was wrong.
I have a scar on my chin from falling in the tub when I was 3.
I have a scar on my eye from a music stand coming unstuck at just the wrong moment. My eye has a dark line going across the iris.
Finally, I have a large lump of scar tissue on the inside of my top right lip. I was running to our door on a concrete path after sledding, and I slipped on some ice. My mouth smashed into a stair. Not fun. Now my lip has a little bump that goes down below the rest of the lip a bit.
I was sledding on pure ice last year and I somehow managed to slip after reaching the bottom of the hill and getting up, making a 2 inch long 1 inch high gash on my right hip.
It was healing pretty well, then I got into a fight, went home afterwards, and noticed that it was bleeding again and was now 3 inches long.
My most recent scar is from getting really really drunk the night before the last day of summer and flailing around a 40 of corona.
I was stabbing the ground with the broken bottle and it broke again and went about a half inch into my thumb right about where it connects to the rest of the hand.
I was like "oh....shit" and luckily I had a bandana in my pocket that I used to wrap it up in.
I woke up the next day at 10am in a gay acquantance's basement apartment with dried blood all the way down my arm.
The next 10 minutes of piecing together how and why I was there and what was wrong with my hand was probably the most confusing 10 minutes of my life.
so basically you're just really, really fucking stupid
essentially.
But don't think you're special for pointing that out, I figured it out on my own.
Don't have many scars. Right knee got torn open on an exposed tree root during a hash run up by Deception Pass. Wasn't that big, only needed like 9 stitches. I've got a small scar on my cheek from when I was a toddler and I hugged our german shepherd pup Tascha too hard and she bit me there. I also broke my right collar bone as a kid but there's no scar from that.
I fell once skateboarding and landed on my chin have like a little semi circle scar.
I was trying to do a kickflip when I tripped over my tail. Hah! Just kidding, some dude almost ran me over with his pick up truck and I dove off of my skateboard and scraped myself onto the pavement real nice. Dude was driving DUI too.
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Hahahahhaa, bastard!
Secret Satan
Anywho, I meet this girl at a party, we head back to her place and prepare to get all freaky deaky, when the smooches start hurting and I realize her nails are digging into my back a little too much. I'm like "Ow" and she responds by pinning my arm to the bed and ripping off that nice fresh quarter sized scab like she's opening a damned can of beer. I hollered, bled, put on my pants, and walked home. The scar has been there for almost 4 months now. We still hang out sometimes.
A divot on my forehead, not so visible now, from getting elbowed by a kid while playing basketball.
Used to have a dark mark on my left cheek from a burning marshmallow that whacked me in the face when I was 8 or so.
Oh, and I have a third nipple!!!
Secret Satan
extra ones, I mean.
I still have mine, it just has a couple feet of copper wire in it.
God willing
Another time I was skateboarding down a street and I gained too much speed, and I was crouched and I couldn't stand up and get off the board, so I slammed my knee into the asphault. There's still a little bit in there, I think.
good ol' basketball
Walk it off pussy
my back has some scars from fallin' down part of a mountain
left index finger has a weird lookin' spot on it from when they reconnected it to my hand
I know I'm forgettin' somethin' else
though apparently i got stitches near my eye when i hit my forehead on the metal edge of a play uh..pit (the ones with all the colored balls in them) when i was 4, don't remember any of that though.
I got them years ago when I was 7, my friends were being asses and running ahead of me on the road (My athsma was getting really bad so I couldn't catch up) and I tripped and fell on some sharp rocks. One rock got jammed into my knee (right below my knee cap) and I pulled it out. The wound was very deep and blood was running all down my legs all over the pavement and my shoes.
I was getting really bad, I lost a lot of blood and was getting really woozy but I finally made it, and when I opened the door to my friend's house his parents and my friends just froze, with their jaws dropped. The blood was still oozing out of my legs and I stained their carpet. They wrapped up my legs and when I got home a few days later (my parents were on a cruise or some shit) they flipped out at my friend's parents and took me to the hospital. I should have gotten stitches, but it was all infected and a large mound of pus grew on it so they couldn't do anything.
After the pus went away a kept accidentaly re-opening the wounds.
Now my knee is all fucked up and I have a mild limp.
That's what I get for starting pencil fights in math class.
Not unless he used to be a fifteen year-old girl with muscle dystrophy.
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It looks badass and is not easily noticeable though, so it's cool.
Why would you do that
It was healing pretty well, then I got into a fight, went home afterwards, and noticed that it was bleeding again and was now 3 inches long.
My most recent scar is from getting really really drunk the night before the last day of summer and flailing around a 40 of corona.
I was stabbing the ground with the broken bottle and it broke again and went about a half inch into my thumb right about where it connects to the rest of the hand.
I was like "oh....shit" and luckily I had a bandana in my pocket that I used to wrap it up in.
I woke up the next day at 10am in a gay acquantance's basement apartment with dried blood all the way down my arm.
The next 10 minutes of piecing together how and why I was there and what was wrong with my hand was probably the most confusing 10 minutes of my life.
Anyway, we block a few waves, and are just sitting when we see a wave starting from further out. Even at 12 I was thinking man this cannot be good right up until my dad starts screaming "back! back! get back!".
He makes it to his feet, my brother and I don't even get that far, before the wave plows into us. I get flurried around and actually knocked out on a rock, and come to with my foot stuck in a hole and my dad carrying my brother, who is, by the by, autistic and bleeding profusely from his knees. I struggle for a second with my stuck leg, and kinda panic, yanking it out. All my skin on my left left went with it. By some grace of god, I don't have any scar tissue anymore, except for on my foot at two points where the bone was visible.
Anyway, I'm still in shock, and looking at my dad, and he turns around and his back is in the same condition as my leg. No skin, just a rippling sea of blood. We gimp back to the car to put on bandages, and I happen to turn around. The series of 6 or 7 tidepools we were blocking the entrance to are no longer recognizable as water, filled with so much blood, and the path back to the car from where we were is a disgustingly wide red path.
I have a couple of scars on my chin from football.
I have a badass scar on the right side of my back where they took a chunk of bone out of my hip to place in my mouth for some reason I can't recall. It's about 8 inches long.
I have scar on the right side of my belly right on the hip bone from when I was drunk and doing something retarded like riding on the back of a car going 30 MPH and I thought I could actually somehow work the jump into not hurting.
I have a patch of small scars on the left side of my ribs from football.
I have a small scar on the top of my foot from a 2x4.
I have a scar that forms an H on the front of my left knee from some house siding.
And I have scar right below my left eyebrow from when I was young and dumb and the hammer on a single shot shotgun hit me right above my good eye.
I have a shitload more that I really can't explain or remember just from falling or getting cut or whatever but don't really stand out to me, they just add to the decor.
I took off my helmet and I noticed that one side of it was completely covered and dripping in blood, spattered on the facemask as well as on the shoulder of my jersey on that same side.
I carefully inspected myself, and upon finding no injuries to speak of, I walked over to the varsity guys and asked, "Is anybody missing about a pint of blood?"
Broke some kids nose.
I was on kickoff return another time, ball came straight to me, I ran down the field not but 20 yards when I get demolished by the biggest kid on the other team.
I stand up, and see that my right pinky is pointing, when holding my palm towards my face, directly to the left.
I grabbed my gloves, slipped the right one on to keep it from flapping around, and went right back in.
This one runningback on our team lost 4 fingernails in one play, bandaged himself up, and was back in in 2 plays.
oh god
so basically you're just really, really fucking stupid
The left was from a knife. I was cutting my 120th lb. of watermelon, and I wasn't really paying attention anymore.
The right was from punching a shaken up beer can with brass knuckles in Japan. I thought that it wouldn't, you know, shread apart. I was wrong.
I have a scar on my chin from falling in the tub when I was 3.
I have a scar on my eye from a music stand coming unstuck at just the wrong moment. My eye has a dark line going across the iris.
Finally, I have a large lump of scar tissue on the inside of my top right lip. I was running to our door on a concrete path after sledding, and I slipped on some ice. My mouth smashed into a stair. Not fun. Now my lip has a little bump that goes down below the rest of the lip a bit.
essentially.
But don't think you're special for pointing that out, I figured it out on my own.
I got dealt a high hand with disfigurements. ;D
A nice fat scar that runs from my hip about halfway to my armpit from mortar shrapnel.
Good scar on my left thigh from when my thigh bone came through the skin.
Those are the best ones, there are lots more though.
Bullet wounds?
I was trying to do a kickflip when I tripped over my tail. Hah! Just kidding, some dude almost ran me over with his pick up truck and I dove off of my skateboard and scraped myself onto the pavement real nice. Dude was driving DUI too.