Scars

Well, the only interesting one I have is on my left knee. I wore shorts to a concert I went to (not a great idea) and then decided to get in the mosh pit while I was there (also not a great idea), so I happened to go down on my knee at one point.

See, it was so packed in this little garage of a venue that people wouldn't throw their beer bottles away-- they'd just set them down next to their feet. And then things get to jumpin, and well, you get the idea.

I didn't even notice it until I got out of the place and felt my ankle get wet. Turned out I was leaking pretty bad. Other than being a deep gouge, it didn't hurt, so I just patched it up when I got home, and went on my merry way.

...and that's the story of the very first caramel cod.

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