I don't have any real tats, just real experiences
Like the time I ran into my sister
Running over to her friends house
She was nine, I was twelve
Going around the garage
My teeth, Her head
Her teeth, My chin
Nine stitches for her
Six for me


Then there was that time
I broke my right pinky when I was thirteen
Running from an eighteen year old
Slipping in a pool of oil
Landing on my chin
Having this chin restitched
With another six


When I was fourteen
I was the bravest
My other two friends
Not so much
We skateboarded down
A steep dirty hill mound
They sat it out
Halfway down
They fell


I stood for what I beleived in;
Stupidity
Wobbling
Thirty good feet from start
Falling
Sliding an extra ten on my left side
Left elbow shredded
Some gravel logged inside
Bled profusely
Wrapped my t-shirt around my elbow
I skated
No stitches needed
I miss that shirt
It stood for insanity


And lastly
Swinging wooden swords
With one of my cousins
I was eighteen
He was thirteen
We were supposed to hit swords
He wacked me above my right eye
Square across the eyebrow to be exact
I bled for hours squeezing it shut the whole time
Luckily it healed on it's own


I was not looking forward to getting stitches
And knowing my luck
It would have been six more
A symbol of the mark of the beast
Only I would tore myself a little more to make it seven
Just because I'm superstitious

scared me for a minute..i thought you also got the home brain surgery kit for dummies like my ex-wife did...

Right on! Good Times!

Funny...

I remember sticking my tongue out at my brother
and he tried to cut it with the scissors.
Still have the scar on my lip to prove it!

i couldn't finish reading this i was the pain too vivid

oo i like it babes.. he he.. can't wait to give you some "tats"

a trip down memory lane ... reminds me of my own ... thank you!

Many of your pieces are so human sweet J....this one included