mike_mccue
Ouch,
I ran my forehead in to Anthony Loccaico's teeth one day playing sand lot football.
It made my white shirt all red and soggy.
OW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
EW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The doctor told me that the human mouth is one of the dirtiest things you can get near a wound.
Oh, I can only imagine.
Well, heck, since we're on that path ...
Two things happened to me that caused a blood bath.
My parents used to own a restaurant in a tiny town. Everyone knew each other. Our neighbor used to come in at night to eat and would play with me. I was 6. I ran after him when he left the restaurant one night and put my hand through the bottom half of the door that was glass. Blood everywhere. Still have the scar on my hand from that.
Snuck up behind a barn cat one night in the alley behind the apartment building we lived in. I was about 8 or 9. It was fun sneaking up on them to see how close I could get before they took off. Well, this one night I got right up on him and scooped him up. Oh baby. He let loose on me like Jack The Ripper on Viagra with a fresh razor blade. Both hands cupped, and full by the time I got up to the apartment.