Damn those cats. I swear they know what the hell they are doing.


I was about to say I've never crashed before, but damn me if I forgot about this scar on my face that I've had since I was 5 or 6. I was riding home, literally two blocks from my house when I thought I heard someone shout out hi to me. So I turned back while riding and looked, for a little too long, and next thing I know I'm on the ground after crashing into a pothole caution sign.

I snuck into the bathroom, why, I don't know, but after I saw myself in the mirror, my mom and bro said they heard me screaming. Went to the hospital and got something like 8 stitches. School sucked because we were all very young kids, and the stitches scared a lot of people. To this day, the scar is always a good story, but it's so weird that people that I've known for a while will all of a sudden ask "Hey, what happened to your face? When did you get that scar???" as if they had never seen it before.