I have a cut in the middle of my forehead, shaped like a perfect one-quarter arc of a circle.
Picked it up last night while screwing around with Justin on football stuff. He had a helmet on… I didn’t. The rest I’ll leave as an amusing exercise for the reader.
The funny thing was my comment to Jackie only thirty minutes earlier: “I’d better buy a helmet for myself pretty soon if I don’t want to start picking up scars from Justin’s gear.”
Falling Down
02:47 PM, 08.13.03