HAck JOb

When I was a little kid I had this rare disorder that was fixed with a simple surgery but the surgeon must've been drunk. He did a real hack job on me and the scar was pretty spectacular. The misshapen flesh-covered centipede shaped scar sat just east of my navel and ran vertically down my belly about nine inches.

During the hot summer when I'd go swimming or throw my shirt off while riding bikes with friends, people would always ask,"Whoa how'd you get that scar?" I hated talking about it and I was always trying to explain because everyone asked about it...everyone. You would too, if you saw a little kid with a kool-aid smile, running around shirtless with a 9" scar taking up his tummy real estate.

So...I just decided to make up a story to explain away my spectacular scar.

One hot sunny day I peddled up to the Tastee Freeze with my partners in crime and this old guy just busted out, "Hey what happened to you, where'd you get that scar kid?" I spun around, threw my bike on the ground and yelled, "Knife Fight!"

I flipped him off and we rode away.