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similar time of day, big hill, skateboard, keys in pocket, phil's pocket. Forward acceleration began for the forth tome that night. New hill. Noone watching, high velocity entering long curve downhill, loose berrings, stomach swells, face pummels into road, roll, roll, roll, roll. Numbness, especially at the spot where blood was coming out of my leg.
Ooch! immense pain. Talking to self, hopping, skateboard in hand, yelling at passerbys, swearing random into early morning. Go home, got numb dead skin, various entry points, not too bad, not so bad. Cleaning really knocked the wind out of me, so now...no cool scar, looks like I was shot by G.I. Joe shotgun in my upper right leg.
Another time I set by bike down, but got a scrape all the way down my leg from a clip holding the break line. Big gnarly looking scar running all the way down my leg.
Downhill on bike, front breaks out, flip bike, handle bar in face, head in pavement, scrape over the curb, walk around like frankenstein for a couple of minutes, then have some episode and slip into a coma. No scars.
Which proves...scars don't tell the story, people do.
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