Allow me to kick things off!
1, 2 & 3 : Scars 1-3 are all from the same accident and though I blogged about said accident once in the past, i'll recap it quickly here for anyone who missed the story. When I was around 12 years old or so I locked my brother out of our house and he naturally began repeatedly knocking on the front door to get me to let him in. The front door had a big glass window in the center and I pretended to fake punch him through the window, as we had done with each other in the past. Only this time, I actually did punch the window. And my arm went right through it. I quickly retracted my arm out of the shattered window and tore it up pretty bad on the way out, though I didn't realize how much damage I did until I jetted to the bathroom and ran the bloody wound under the sink. I literally saw the inside of my arm, veins and guts and all, and knew things were a lot worse than I had anticipated. My mom wrapped a towel tight around my forearm until the ambulance came and carted me off to the hospital, where I soon found out that I was mere millimeters away from severing the artery in my forearm, which pretty much would've killed me instantly. When the glass shattered it also cut my tricep area on the same arm and my elbow on the other arm, though those two wounds weren't so bad even though they left gnarly scars. Miraculously, I never really felt any pain as a result of the accident and was sent home with nothing more than a whole lot of stitches the very same night. Needless to say, I never fake punched a window again. For a while I had to wear a wristband around my wrist/forearm while the wound healed and I pulled the look off so well that a schoolmate of mine totally jacked my style and started wearing wristbands of his own, though he had no injury to cover up. Tool.
4 : Believe it or not this one happened less than a week after the window incident, so I guess my stupidity still remained. With my arm all bandaged up I for some reason decided to do a knee slide from my room to my parent's room, not realizing that their was a big ass screw or nail sticking up out of the floor, and I ended up slicing my knee up something fierce, which left a flap of skin in a jigsaw pattern dangling off my leg. I tried hiding the wound but my dad ended up seeing me trying to hobble back into my room. I probably should've gotten some stitches tossed in there but it being so soon since my last hospital visit, I convinced him to let it heal on its own. Goddamn I am a dumb motherfucker.
5 : I was too young at the time to remember this one, but i've been filled in on the details in the years since it happened. From what I gather, I somehow fell onto a giant anchor at my grandparent's house when I was a little kid, and it managed to hook directly into my leg. Yes, I had an anchor sticking out my leg. While I don't remember this (thank god!), I do remember my grandpa years later showing me the anchor that fucked me over and then picking it and tossing it into the woods, as a bit of revenge for what it did to me. He was smart enough to not let me take out my own revenge on it, because I probably would've kicked the thing and ended up with it sticking out of my leg again.
Not too bad, eh? After all my years of backyard wrestling, i'm actually quite shocked that these are the only serious injuries i've sustained. There was that one time from my drinking days where a well placed headbutt from a drinking buddy broke my nose and spewed blood all over his house, but that one only scarred my desire to drink mass amounts of alcohol while out in public.
So, lets hear your brutal scar stories. Gross me out in the comments section below or on your own blog, and be sure to send me the link if you do the latter!