Bonk
Last night, while putting up my books after teaching guitar lessons, I spun around and slammed my head into a wall-mounted bookshelf. I mean I really creamed myself. It was so intense, I dropped to the ground like a sack of potatoes.
Reaching up to my forehead, I found my fingers covered in blood. Not only did I get a big knot on my noggin, I split it wide open as well.
Some dudes get cool scars from UFC fights and bar brawls. I get one from a damn bookshelf.
For what it's worth, I got to learn from my wife how to seal a minor gash with superglue and butterfly wings. And here I thought that stuff was for fixing cracked dishes and broken toys. Turns out it was used in Vietnam for sealing wounds. Huh.
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bang your head - metal shelves will drive you mad!
Ha! Touche!
If the gash is in the shape of a cross, then you've got some divine intervention going on there...
Pics or it didn't happen!
exactly nick !
trev, we want pics
oh shit...nick's funny!! Ya, lets see some pics!
I'll admit it. I was hoping to see Trev gore.
Isn't it nice to know your friends are thinking of you? ;-)
every hit is a zen awakening moment of possible satori ... sudden shift in consciousness ... a wake up call to mindfulness ... may you be well
ouch!
yep, superglue. cool stuff!
if it makes you feel any better, a couple weeks ago i cut my knee (through my pants!) by strolling right into the corner of my coffee table. oh it was great.
Dude, if it makes you feel better, you can always tell people you got the scar at a UFC bout. "You should see the other guy!"
Methinks it is a parable about the wounds that come from transitions and how our loved ones help us through them...or some shit like that.
Walk much? heehee
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