A bunch of useless crap
Published on October 9, 2006 By MasonM In Misc
While shaving today I started noticing the various scars on my face. Each one has some story behind it.

I have a faint crease on the right side of my forehead that came from being hit with a beer bottle by a Soviet sailor in Naples, Italy. 10 stitches. We drank together again the following night. He was buying.

A fairly deep scar on my right cheek. A knife scar from a guy who tried to rob me. Only 6 stitches. He's dead now.

A very faint scar on the left side of my face, about 6 inches long. A childhood adventure involving bicycles, some long poles tipped with steel points we imagined were for jousting, and a very unfortunate dog. The dog is dead now.

A scar about an inch and a half long right in front of my left ear. That's where I had a sebaceous cyst that had become about the size of a golf ball in just about a week. Easily removed but had me worried a bit. 3 stitches.

A scar about an inch long on the left side of my face just above the jaw line. Barely visible in the right light. A school yard fight between myself and a bully who was much larger than I. When I had him on the ground pounding his face he hit me there with a rock. He's still alive as far as I know but was far more polite to me after that. Butterfly bandage.

A small pit on my nose that resulted from being stabbed in the face with a pencil while in school. It was an accident.

A small scar in my right eyebrow. This one was the result of driving a motorcycle at far higher speeds than wet roads and too many beers made a sane thing to do. I'm pretty sure that telephone pole is still alive. I can't say the same for the bike. I miss that bike.

There is a small one just below my lower lip. I got that one on my 18th birthday courtesy of my then stepfather. While celebrating my birthday we were sitting at the kitchen table drinking Jack Daniels, passing the bottle back and forth between us,and at some point we voiced our opinions of each other. I wasn't exactly a wuss by any means but the guy was an ex Golden Gloves boxer. He cleaned my clock and at some point in the process one of my front teeth was driven through my lower lip while a couple of others rattled off the kitchen linoleum. I had to pull my lip off of it afterwards. He's dead now, but it happened a few months later. Shotgun. I didn't bother with stitches.

A roughly 2 inch scar just above my right eyelid. The result of a liberty trip in Jacksonville, FL when I was in the Navy. Several of us were piled into a 1973 Impala with some girls and doing some club hopping. We were hit head-on by some guy in another 1973 Impala that was drunker than we were. I went through the windshield and was picked up off what as left of the hood. That small cut above my eye was my only injury other than a serious hangover. Lots of blood but actually pretty minor. 6 stitches. They did make the mistake of putting me in the same ambulance as the guy who hit us. They had to strap me down to stop me from beating the hell out of him. He later died in the hospital from a ruptured spleen. I felt a little bad about that.

These are just the ones on my face. the rest of me tells even more stories. Life does tend to leave it's mark.

Comments
on Oct 09, 2006
Good grief, you've had quite an adventurous life M! Hope you didnt take it to heart about that guy dying, it had nothing to do with you.

I guess you can call those scars 'battle' scars, they are in a way.
on Oct 10, 2006
I guess you can call those scars 'battle' scars, they are in a way.

Such is life. It leaves marks.
on Oct 10, 2006
Motto:  Dont give Mason a scar if you want to live!
on Oct 10, 2006
Reply #3
Motto: Dont give Mason a scar if you want to live!


Nah, I'm a quite peaceful fellow.
on Oct 10, 2006

Well frankly I'm glad you're still here to tell us all about it!

on Oct 15, 2006
I went through the windshield


And only got a little scar. Man, you must have one tough head!