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My Scar Stories

I ♥ Vermin (but They Don’t ♥ Me) Dictionary.com defines vermin as “small animals that are troublesome to man.” Bunnies, raccoons, foxes, chipmunks…they’re all vermin. But, aww, I mean, just look at ‘em! Heck, I even think rats are cute. … Continue reading

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My Scar Stories

Getting My Wisdom Removed: A Sort of Halloween Horror Story They’re called wisdom teeth because they emerge when we reach adulthood (late teens to early 20s) and are now officially “wise.” Yeah, right. How many wise 18-year-olds do you know? … Continue reading

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My Scar Stories

I Was Attacked by a Beautiful Psycho Killer and Lived! It was a Saturday morning. My buddy Ray showed up, tragically bored. Before long we were hopped up on caffeine and had decided to drive to Oregon. Because we were 20. … Continue reading

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My Scar Stories

I Can’t Help Myself! As a result of my regular self-disfigurements, Mom and Dad began keeping a closer watch on me. But then I was set free by the most reckless device known to boy: A Bike! We lived in … Continue reading

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My Scar Stories

The Final Scar? To read my previous scar stories, click here. My two greatest hits are on my neck. Oddly, both remind me of God. I wrote previously about one. The other began with a woman doing her lipstick in … Continue reading

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My Scar Stories

I ♥ Vermin (but They Don’t ♥ Me) Dictionary.com defines vermin as “small animals that are troublesome to man.” Bunnies, raccoons, foxes, chipmunks…they’re all vermin. But, aww, I mean, just look at ‘em! Heck, I even think rats are cute. … Continue reading

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My Scar Stories

Fun House of Pain My fingers have every reason to think I hate them. I cut more chunks out of them than I did any actual wood when I whittled as a kid. (“Note: Carve away from us, not towards … Continue reading

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