A Broken Face

How do I start this one? Well, I had a SERIOUS accident this last weekend!!! I am still going through the recovery process and it's been painful. Lindsey tells me the pain will pay off, but what does she know. She hasn't had the kind of pain that I am going through right now. Anyway, we had some friends over for a barbecue and games. After a good meal of burnt chicken (what can I say... I enjoy talking not paying attention to our dinner). As all our friends know when you play games at our house there is always a consequence for the loser. Well, I lost the first game and had to drink a shot glass of Vinegar. Which is actually quite tasty, if you have an iron stomach, no taste buds and sense of smell. After a while we decided to play another popular game at our house, "5 Hunting Hounds." This is were you turn off all the lights in the house and everyone hides from the person who is it. When someone is touched by the person hunting they have to follow him/her while the other people who are free try to free the caught persons by touching them without the hunter knowing. I know it may sound confusing but the rules are not the important things. Anyway, I was hiding until I felt it to be a good time to free some prisoners. Before taking off I had envisioned in my mind a stealthy, fast, and good looking hero (myself) coming out of hiding to free those desperately in need. I felt like the best way to do that would be to crawl, since I was so good at it up until age 16 when I learned to walk. So I took off on all fours with lightning speed. See, Lindsey and I are the quickest at this game because we know the house so well. We know how long the hall is, how big a room is, the number of stairs, etc. So as I took off at lightning speed in my mind I knew exactly where to turn to go through the door. But just as I was about to turn the corner the corner of door frame hit me so hard in the forehead I stopped dead in my tracks. I felt like it was a cheap shot by the door frame, but I was in too much pain to fight back. As the frame stood and laughed at me all I could do was cry and curse the whole Wood race. After a little while I could feel my left eyebrow crying with me. I was just about to thank him for his support until I realized it was blood not tears. My pride started to hurt even more, my eye was swollen shut, and I was swimming in blood. I staggered over to the light switch so I could get a better look at the gash that had ruined this beautiful face. As I looked into the mirror I almost fainted. As I gained back my composure all I could do was scream for I knew the modeling agency I work for would drop me faster than Ricky Martin changing into leather pants. I was broken, done! So as you can imagine, the night was over along with my life. I didn't want anyone to see the pictures we took of my face, but Lindsey said it's important for the healing process. So I included one for you. I just ask that you please delete the pictures after you have looked at them. Till We Meet Again, Mark "The Wood Won" Anderson