known scars.  ill start at my oldest known scar.  horizontal two inch incision. reads as a forward slash "/", one inch above and to the right of it. your right my left.  hernia. would it be ironic if he-man was my favorite cartoon at the time. it was. i distinctly remember at least one time or more; i had lifted up the coffee table in the living room, emptied my toybox and threw it out the window of our second story apartment, lifting up my bed, the couch, moms bed.  one time i hid in this hexagonal end table lamp stand cupboard and josh's dad, ron ferguson(?iffy on the spelling) had moved the couch so i couldnt get out. but that was years after my foreward slash scar.  

the second earliest scar if i remember good is on my right hand.  childhood pal bobby watson accomplice. self-inflicted stab wound.  i guess bobby had an endless supply of soda because we had built gradually but eventually we had built up the momentum up to the point where we cans were gone in seconds, dropped to the floor partly crushed, half-empty, and still foaming.  before it even hits the ground my right hand is already grabbing for another soda meanwhile another can lies dead on the second story balcony. this can more so than the prior in quantity, more sparatic, less calculated.  we were having so much fun.  it started by spraying off the balcony but before our pop party's abrupt end we might have been soaked, we were wet and deffinately spraying these cans directly at each other.  convient that the patio exit was also the kitchen enterance, and just inside past the balcony light switch we have kitchen knives!!   trying to ignore the soda barrage, the rythem went a bit like this:  grab-stab-shake and spray-repeat. but it became grab-stab-shake and spray at other guy-repeat. which became grab-stab-stab-shake and spray at other guy in the face-repeat, which eventually increased intensity in equal perportion to wetness sustained which multiplied by the puncture quantity in the can top.  this lead to two frenzied second graders on a second story balcony with soda and knives high on sugar and possibly caffiene.  i built up a groove which had me stabbing with my left hand and shaking with my right.  i had developed a technique so perfect that i stabbed my hand.  the knife glanced off the right side of the can and plunged right in to that muscle'y area between the thumb and index finger.  this muscle is most widely recognised as the muscle one would use for gripping things with his hand.  these days, more so than any other reason by a landslide, this muscle is the press space bar muscle.

I have a series of scars from trying to stop myself from being swept into a small dark tunnel to supposedly the ocean.  it was a concrete riverbed or storm drain, but instead a concrete overflow drain channel for the reservoir on the big island of hawaii. it had recently stormed,  the current was strong, about two to three feet deep all rolling on a downhill grade that leveled out eventually to the ocean...  well at least thats how the story went.  on boogie boards it was a couple hundred feet of fun being swept away on your belly head first untill the last quarter when the small dark tunnel comes into view.  i believe we were all struck with fear at the same time, however i appeared to be the last to chicken out.  the truth was i weighed the least. i had been dragging my feet against the concrete floor beneath me, fighting the current, in an effort to stop myself but the current was too strong.  in a last effort to save myself i thrust my knees into the tail end and pulled up on the nose pushing the tail into the ground slowing me down enough to get a foot hold but with the weight of the water against the sponge i lost my grip on the board... and away it went.  i hadnt even known what my feet looked like yet, i was still thigh high in water.  eventually i found i had ground down a few spots on the tops of each foot as well as toes and a couple of toenails bloody to either breakage or grinding.  probably the most painful of the injurys sustained, but alas no scars on my toenails however i do feel they deserve an honerable mention.

i have various scars about my knees and elbows from skateboarding.

some scars about my knuckles and fingers from punching personally selected various nouns.  

i have a scar just below the right side of my lower lip from where paula shinners nailed me in the face in a game of broom ball..  at youth group of all places.  

i have a scar between my eyes where my brow meets the bridge of my nose from where nick and michelle schwartz's dog bit me.  i was dangling a hot dog out of my mouth and offered it to the dog.  with much excitement he accepted..   a bloody nose was also recieved in the deal.  that damn dog.  i certainly got the ass end of that exchange.

i have a scar on my right thumb knuckle that required 8 stitches and a thumb brace that strapped around your wrist.  i learned to smoke with my middle and ring finger as a result. the index finger does the flicking.  this scar origin revolves around a campfire in yosemite national forest and a stick which had a knot that i wanted gone....   so i could toast marshmallows.

my most recent scar is above my right eye(left to you).  i have two dots on that eyebrow from a piercing.  the scar looks like it could be the third dot in that series but what piercing has three holes also i dont think i would want to pierce my eyelid but apparently that damn dog that i love so much, honkytonk hank, thought the contrary.  i was laying my on my dearest alicia's shoulder when gravity perhaps made me want my head in my sweethearts lap.  hank is very territorial when it comes to his mama.  he didnt want my head in that lap. enough so, he gave me a reminder that will re-remind me every time i look in the gosh darn mirror.   thanks a lot dawg.