Mr. D- Is there a story behind your headwound?
I was leaving the bar after drinking too much whiskey. I had recently switched out my Bones ATF 52s for some 54s on the Zip Zinger, but had not tightened my trucks. I was cruising, and got wheelbite. Had a backpack on, so it flew up over my head and launched my feet up over my head and I slammed into the asphalt. I cut up the back of my hands, which means I didn't even have the reaction time to get them out in front of me, they just dragged behind like JT at the end of Welcome to Hell. I regained consciousness and someone was standing over me, asking if I was okay. I said yes and walked home. I woke up the next day and found myself in a bloody bed, naked, next to a bottle of hydrogen peroxide, so I guess before I went to sleep blacked out on whiskey with a concussion, I made sure to clean my wounds. The next morning at work was not fun. My scar is blue; people are always telling me that I have some ink or something smeared on my forehead.
Here's the past 25 weeks...