I dunno if you can see it very well, but that’s leftovers from a bad cut I got back when I was like, 6-8. I was skipping down the sidewalk down at the local shopping store or something and I tripped and scraped it really bad on the pavement. It was like, checkered skin and blood. It eventually healed and that’s the scar it left.
I was at Thomas’s house on Friday, and he saw it. I told him the story and he said that it looked cool. “Like a battle scar.” It made me really happy, because I always thought that the scar was ugly.
Thomas and I are on the phone right now and earlier I accidentally hit my arm on my leg (don’t ask) but I said “OW” really loud on the phone and now he’s curious about what I did and now he won’t stop asking.
He’s in the shower and he’s been doing this for the past ten minutes.
