re: #276 sattv4u2

When I was in my early 20’s I shot my buddy right between the eyes. A few years later, a few weeks before he got married, I got him drunk enough to let us cut it out of his head. We went at him with an exacto-knife and a pair of tweezers. Every time he’d complain about the pain I’d call him a dirty name, tell him to quit whining, and hand him a bottle. At his wedding he had a perfect cross scar on his forehead.