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A few around my hands, wrists, and forearms from working in a kitchen. "Fuckin' breadpan!", "Fuckin' Heatlamp" ...
I have 4 scars on my right middle finger. I was around 7 when it happened, me and my family were at some kind of hotel where they had a half dozen animals in cages, including monkeys.
Nobody was watching me, and I stuck my hand through the bars and tried to pet the monkey. The animal took my hand with both of his, squeezed, and started biting the shit out of my finger. I yelled, my older sister saw what was going on, and helped yank my arm out of the cage.
The two scars around my first knuckle are from when the monkey started biting, the two other ones around the tip of my finger are from when we pulled my hand out.
Scars really do tell a story, because I can still tell the direction that we pulled my arm in from the parallel scars on each side of my finger.
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