Scars

I've got a scar on my left index finger. When I was 6 or 7, I was trying to cut some lemons and had no idea that whatever knife I was using was not only going to cut through the lemon like a torch through butter but would cut through my finger only being stopped by the bone. Now the scar just looks like a crescent moon on my index finger.

The other one I have is a small scar on my right knuckle between my index and middle finger joints from when I clocked some slackjawed football jock square in the mouth and his teeth cut into my knuckle on impact. I'm pretty sure I contracted rabies from that cracker too.

The last one I have is on the side of my calf next to my knee and it looks like a straight line of bite marks where, while I was riding this rickety-ass exercise bike we had in Mexico, my leg was a little too close to the sprocket and my skin got jammed into the chain mechanism. Oh fuck me, that was a horrible, horrible pain. I clearly remember a shitload of blood and passing out from the pain. I was only 6 years old when that happened.

Jam it back in, in the dark.