I had a random thought late at night. I have a lot of scars. I have one on my knee from when I jumped into a pile of hay as a kid and impaled myself on a pitchfork (that pitchfork is still out in my garage today).
I have a teardrop one on the middle finger of my left hand from back when I was also a kid, doing something with my Brother Carl involving melting plastic (I don’t remember why) and some of it accidentally dripped on me.
I have one on my hand that I got when I was married to Fran. I cut myself on a broken bottle in my Dad’s garage and damn near bled out before I got to the doctor. He stitched it in a hurry and it shows.
I have one on each thigh where they harvested skin for the skin graft I needed after my motorcycle accident.
And speaking of that, I have a really ugly one from my left knee to my ankle (110 stitches to close, they told me) from that famous motorcycle/stump mixup.
And I have an 18-inch or so one on my left hand that I make up shit about how I got it (my favorite is a knife fight in Sonora, Mexico). There is only one person in the world who knows how I got it and she just guessed it, because she had one like it herself. But, she won’t tell.
Anyway, as ugly as some of them are, I wouldn’t trade one of them. They are just a part of who I am. And I suppose none of them are as ugly as the scars on my soul...
Mine are bigger and uglier....and don't blame me for dripping plastic....love, Bro
ReplyDeleteSince we are trumping the Captain today, I'd like to point out that my scar from knife fighting really was from knife fighting.
ReplyDeleteOh, and yes, I do blame my brother.
@ GreatPapaFish: (Do you have any idea how hard that is to type? Couldn't you just call yourself, say, Fish?) Anyway I am damn sure yours are bigger and uglier. But I didn't have polio, I just did stupid shit.
ReplyDelete@ jwg: Don't be picking o your younger brother! Everybody knows he's the sweet one!!
Freaky. That used to be my pickup line. "Oh yea, well mine is bigger and uglier."
ReplyDelete@Jake, but you were talking about your brother, weren't you?
ReplyDelete@jwg: I have to think about that, but it seems on the surface you weren't that good at knife fighting.
ReplyDeleteThe only knife-fighting scars that concerned me were one I gave other people.
@ captaink: Not that good at knife fighting, eh? Is that a challenge?
ReplyDeleteI'll see your knife and raise you a two handed quarter toss.
@ jwg: Naw, I gave up stabbing people some 40 years ago. But, I was taught some sweet moves by Armando, a Mexican field hand I worked with on a truck farm when I was 14 years old.
ReplyDeleteThe last I heard of him, he was in prison for murdering someone he thought disrespected his woman.
It gave me pause...