Wednesday, January 14, 2009

Distinguishing Marks

Today, I started thinking on scars. Don't ask me why, but I started thinking of having to list them, like in a police description. And then I thought about the differences between me and a perfect clone.

Again, it's been one of those days.

So I thought of the scar on the back of my right hand that I got from when my dad's bike fell on me when I was little, and part of the seat frame cut my hand.

The scars at my clavicle and between my eyebrows from when I had chicken pox.

The series of holes running up my left leg from my foot to the back of my knee from being run over by a lawn aerator.

The other scars in my hands from accidentally cutting my self with glass and knives. Especially the time I almost cut the tip of my thumb off while slicing lemons.

Some scars that I noticed were gone: the one on my knee from tripping while running as a kid and the one on my leg from when I walked into the car muffler as a kid.

Then I had to laugh because I remembered the biggest distinguishing features for me: four big Superman "S" tattoos on my back.

3 comments:

JS said...

And the giant "NERD" tattoo on your forehead.
Heh

Anonymous said...

Erik, Haven't you heard? Chicks dig scars! Tats--not so much, but then I've dealt with enough needles in the last few years...ouch.
Misti

Schadwen said...

Not to sound too Milhouse ("My mom thinks I'm cool."), Jennifer likes them.

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