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My tattoos are prettier than my scars. And have better stories, in my opinion.
I had my appendix out. Scar.
I had my wrist opened for a ganglion cyst to be removed after unsuccessfully trying to break out of a wrist bar. Scar.
Various teen-angst self-mutilation scars.
Cut my knee open on a beer bottle in 5th grade while playing dodgeball. Scar.
Shaving my legs as a teen, something slipped, cut a chunk of skin out of my ankle. Scar.
Took a chunk of cement to the forehead when someone tried to dislodge a football from a tree with a piece of sidewalk. It didn't work. Scar.
I think that's it. I don't pay too much attention.
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"You know what? Fuck the moon! He controls our water and our women. I've had enough!"
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