Day 28

Oooh... I think I have a pretty good scar-tellin' story. There's a scar on the tip of my ring finger of my left hand. I got it from unsheathing a knife my next-to-oldest brother had just bought. The irony of the whole thing, though, was that my mom had told me just before to not cut myself. I assured her I wouldn't, and then, holding it in just the 'right' way, I slid the knife out. I had put my ring finger just at the spot where the blade was coming out. Actually, I didn't feel anything (which means it was deep), except that the tip of my finger was cold all of the sudden. I think when I saw it, I was thinking, "Wow. That's bad." Anyway, there's only a roughly 6 mm scar left to tell the tragic tale. (Yes, I did measure it. Call me weird if you want, but I was kinda curious.)

Farewell for now,