Scarface… Dated the wild child back in the 80s, she had a slightly flattened nose, small scar on her face and a ugly puckered scar on her left tit.
Car accidents are a bitch, the scars didn’t matter to me.
I have a strong opinion on scars that makes the snowflakes melt. I think scars are HOT if they have a story behind them. You lived life, you got a damn good story, I’m buying the drinks to hear it…
But if you took a razor and broke something that was working fine otherwise, you CHEATED. There’s no story, just a whine for attention, and I won’t give it.
We had a girl in high school who had half her face and part of a shoulder and arm burn-scarred. She was sexy, and I always wanted to know what the story was, she definitely wasn’t just hollywood staging it.
Legitimately earned scars are proof of adventure, albeit usually unwanted.
When I started my real work as an Armor crewman I educated myself in the Tradition. One of the downsides turned out to be that penicillin allowed badly burned tank crewmen to survive to be ostracized by the civilians after WWII.
From then on I resolved never to see scars in a negative light again.
It’s been enlightening.
I’m an old 19K.
Yes, indeed. And a good reason they switched from cherry juice to FRH.
Burning in an Iron Coffin is a bad way to go.
Scars tell a story that tattoos don’t.
Tattoos mostly tell what somebody wants people to think they are.
Scars tell where you’ve been and what you’ve done.
They both have a story to tell. Scars are listed under Current Events and World History. Tattoos are over on the back shelf under Science Fiction.
Please. Science fiction has at least some basis in fact. Tatoos are more Fantasy.
Mostly, wrong place wrong time…
Half of my scars are from repairing such, the rest natural healing of same.
Just my opinion but tattoos are just stupid. It’s no comment on the person than buying a t shirt with a logo.
Actually I am ashamed of my scars. It’s a reminder i did something stupid on the job. If I had taken the time to observe what could happen instead of rushing in, I wouldn’t have cost the company time and medical expenses.
I’ve got both scars and tattoos… many scars but only one tattoo so far… a memorial to my daughter (RIP).
Not true of most military tats though, that do tell a story, sometimes tragic. I give them a pass.
Has Kiko lost her right eye?
Hair will grow back.
Scars will heal.
But losing an eye…….oh my.
At least she’s well enough (mentally) to laugh at herself.
The eye socket is a wonderful thing. It is proud and takes the blow and the scar with the eye recessed and often unharmed. With a line scar like that, you can’t get to the eye without breaking a lot of bone protecting it, which would mean even more bandages.
I pray it’s just a contusion, that’ll heal…
Zed should shave his head in solidarity.
(*snerk*) I was born in 1940. My poor ole bod is a documentary.
My grandlings got a tape measure out when we were in my hot tub — I’ve got over five feet of scars.
Ya gotta earn ’em.
Give her back her ring you …
You don’t wanna know what you are
The ring was lost during the accident.
Don’t know if anyone has gone back (or had the time) to the site to look for it.
People who intentionally get high and drive don’t have “accidents”.
No one knows about the ring but Kiko
Much like there is (almost) no such thing as an AD (Accidental Discharge).
Dude I know it’s not fair to a big guy named Michael but in light of past and (shudder) future events I would just have to change my screen name to something other than Big Mike…just my opinion.
An episode of “Cheers” had Coach’s daughter on. She was talking about her looks and how she wasn’t beautiful. The actress was the secretary on “Moonlighting”. She had a long face, buck teeth and she wasn’t a classic beauty. Coach said his daughter’s looks reminded him of his deceased wife and she was beautiful. No, the actress wasn’t a classic beauty but in that moment I learned how amazingly beautiful the actress was.
One of the reasons I hated the show “MASH” was because the scriptwriters made fun of Larry Lindon’s facial features. I thought that was the most despicable thing a show could do. Make fun of a fictional character but to make fun of an actor’s real looks is….. I hated show for the scriptwriters, the producers and the main actors for allowing that. I think Alan Alda was behind that action.
I remember that scene in Cheers. Probable the best in the entire series.
We’ve got a “family” scar. All on the left forehead above the eye. Each from separate misfortunes/misadventures. My late Paternal grandfather, late father, sister, myself(with plate in my skull for 40yrs from the cause), and lastly my lil girl. Mom is terrified she’s next. She’s 92 and I’ve told her she’s safe. You gotta have our last name from birth to get one of these beauties.
She won’t lose the eye, the scar may fade to where it is hardly noticeable, except where it is under the Hair. scars tend to cause the hair to turn premature grey or white along the scarline. Should make for an interesting look.
I think if she takes after either parent it’ll be white.
Every scar comes with a story…if you get old with no stories to tell?
You have led a wasted life.
(Not every story requires a scar)
I got my first scar in 1954 when I was three. Mastoidectomy behind my right ear. Got a few more over the years. Some accidently self-inflicted. Some from an abusive stepfather. One gifted from another Marine. A crapload from various other surgeries. My heart valve replacement was transcatheter so no scars there.
— (Not every story requires a scar) —
I learned early on giving scars is much better than receiving.
Aircraft hate people and will try to kill you any way they can.
Forty-odd years ago, I managed to draw blood thirteen times in one night working on the then brand spanking new Auroras, one was a beauty when I stood up too fast and took the corner of a flap down the middle of my back, you can still see it today, I then went back to the section, sat down with a coffee and some manuals that needed to be checked for neededc changes and declared I was ‘done for the day’
I have no idea how many scars I have, big or little, half of them were from doing dumb things, the others are mostly from being in the wrong place at the wrong time, when a 0.25″ cable snaps just as you walk by and the end whips out to leave a nice thin slash across the side of your neck just missing anything really bleedy, that’s not really your fault, I see it more as G-d’s way of saying “sit down for awhile, take a rest” 😉
Not nearly as noble as some, but it does tie in with DBD. My remaining visible scar did come with some lessons…no surgeries and no bad car wrecks but I do have a long discolored section on my leg that started out as some pretty bad road rash when a dog decided to cross the road directly in front of the motorcycle I was riding…still, the one described in this link from the Old Dead Blog is my most memorable because of the sweet memories of my Daddy that it brings back when I look at it or think about it…
Dread; To quote “Brother” Dave Gardner, comedian from the 60s, “There’s no such thing as accidents
, it’s just pre meditated carelessness.”
I got in a hurry when liberty call was passed and fell UP the ladder from the ET shop and gouged the crap out of my shin on the hatch combing.
(USS Ramsey FFG-2 some time in 1985)
I saw a girl do that at work, she stepped on a sandwich somebody had leftg on a metal staircase and fell ‘up’ them. She was messed up pretty good, especially her knee, and ended up going off for months then light duties after that.
My wife had a ‘sailboat’ on her abdomen. She was in a bad wreck two days before her high school graduation. Jerk in a big, red Impala ran a stop sign and broadsided her Corolla. Lost her spleen. That was the mast.
A year or so later, doctors thought she had appendicitis, so they opened her up (bow) but that wasn’t it. Turned out to be her gall bladder (trailing edge of the sail).
Two years after we were married, she had an ectopic pregnancy and that had to be dealt with (top of the hull from the bow, under the mast and sail).
I guess she was lucky she didn’t have a jib.
I have a bunch from a gall bladder operation that ended up in an umbilical hernia that’s had to be ‘fixed’ four times so far. I think the surgeon’s using me as collateral to build a new house.
The oddest one I have is a round one on the inside of my calf. A brown recluse spider bit me…in bed !!
We don’t get those up here but I found out by accident that the married quarters we were living in was previously occupied by an exchange Flight Engineer from Jacksonville, Florida where they DO have them. That one was probably the most painful, they had to cut around and under the bite site and took out a plug the size of my thumb. Then I had to go back every day to get the packing pulled out and new put in so it didn’t leave a hole, which I said I wanted because it would give me a place to put my cigarette when I played softball 😉 The gauze was pre-treated with Iodine and it took about five minutes or so for it to start burning, just long enough for me to get in the car and hammer on the steering wheel with tears in my eyes. To this day, I hate spiders. I’m not scared of them, I just hate them.
Damn. Y’all be careful with your throwaway comments, these commie m’erf’ers got no sense of humor and a very strong sense of “cancellation”.
I’ve been reading and seeing that.
Still not sure I believe all that “he was such a nice quiet guy but he threatened the (p)Resident” crap.
I’m still thinking that it was a FiBbIe set up of one kind or another.
Agent provocateur, hack the computer, Waco/Ruby Ridge, MK Ultra drugs on an otherwise peaceful, low income dude.
Pick any one or two of the above.
What was his job and income?
How long had he owned that M24 rifle?
Them things ain’t cheap.
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