A Memory, Or Something Like It....
Being so drunk that I fell over a barb wire fence and not feeling any pain as my foot was ripped open. I walked for ten minutes afterwards and only realised anything was wrong when I felt that the shoe I was wearing was wet and squelching with blood. I didn't have any stitches or anything. But it scarred and every time I see it I remember what it felt like to be fifteen and out of my mind.
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