At my track meet yesterday, I bit the track hard; I have road rash all over my shoulder and knee. Oh well, I still have scars from freshman year when I took a spill. Chicks dig scars, right?
Scars, ack! I've got a tiny little square brownish sort of scar on my right hand fom when I fell off my bike trying to get onto a pavement going at high speed down a steep street in a residential area when I was about 7 or something.
I've also got big ugly white bumpy scars across my abdomen, chest, both my upper and lower arms and my shoulders. A very ugly fucking mess, the product of my younger, happier days!
Me too, but sometimes one is unable to avoid getting one. And whenever that happens you'll forever be damned to walking the waking world with that scar.