08-07-2002, 04:15 AM
this one time when i was a kid, me and some of my friends decided to go hang out in this old burnt down bar that all the town druggies used to frequent. we had to climb on the roof to go in a fire escape that wasn't boarded up, but no biggie, we'd done it before. as i was climbing through the broken window the chair on the other side slipped so i grabbed the first thing my hand touched to avoid falling. the rest of my friends climbed through and then i noticed my finger was bleeding, i'd grabbed at a broken window. it was november and freezing so i couldn't feel it bleeding, it wasn't until we found a crack of light that i saw it. so, we went downstairs to the bar, then climbed over the bar and someone managed to break down the door so i didn't have to climb back out the window. up until then, the only way we ever got out was by jumping off the roof. so anyway, once we were out in daylight we realized that my finger was bleeding badly leaving a trail of blood down my leg and all over my shoes. i sat down holding my hand in the air and eventually it stopped bleeding. there was a large chunk of skin hanging off, but i never got stitches, i still have a scar, maybe i'll show you one day. that was long wasn't it...