Scabs and pimples.

I was in middle school when the dermatologist decided to put me on acutane. If you don't know what that shit is, its basically one of the most fucking potent drugs a doctor can put you on. You know "Don't handle if you're pregnant / female / alive" kinda shit. Its supposedly the stuff that makes people manic depressive and made the kid from SeaQuest pull a Ray Combs and hang himself in a closet.

Anyway, I'm on this stuff for about 4 weeks and it dries me the fuck out. Like, I start getting dandruff and cracked knuckles and shit. And one day I'm in science class and my teacher tells me to go to the nurse's office immedeately. I don't know what the fuck this cracker bitch is on, but what the shit - any chance to leave that class.

I get there, the nurse is like HOLY SHIT, TAKE YOUR SWEATER OFF.

I take it off. Apparently, the wool shirt was so fuckin corse on my dry skin that it rubbed whatever acne I had on my back clean off and I was bleeding like I had fuckin Marburg. She had to take paper towels and just mop me up before sending me home. I mean, there was blood like a horror movie - and I didnt feel a fucking thing because the friction of the sweater kinda made my back numb or something.

So yeah, acne blood all over. I have goddamned Rambo scars all over my back from that fucking sweater. Fuck wool sweaters. Fucking sheep. Fuck you, sheep wool.

How ya doing, buddy?