

So there’s a fun little story behind that scar I have on the back of my head. To tell the story properly I would have to use a lot of words that OF wouldn’t allow me to use. It happened rough housing with a friend though. And then there was some lifting of a person and some throwing of a person and some colliding with a table and more wrestling and eventually a messy situation that was both very funny and slightly unsettling to those that were simply spectators. It was all in good fun though and obviously unintentional. And we all learned a valuable lesson that day, tables and heads don’t mix.