CASE # 1289

I don't have pictures of my scars, but I've got a few visible ones. One is on my right foot. A co-volunteer and I were loading up my car a few years back to get ready for the weekly dog adoption stand, I was loading a metal sign when I dropped it on my foot.

During my teen angst days, a friend and I decided it would be cool to carve into our skin with razor blades. We may have been tough as nails, but a little naive and confused. I don't remember any of her engravings, but I was left with an anarchy symbol next to a peace sign on my left forearm. No joke.

I've got a few others, but they aren't as cute.