recieving end?

3rdWound

3rdWound

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Just wandering, how many of you have been on the recieving end of a blade, high dollar , or cheap P.O.S.?
 
I was given a nice present outside a pool hall in Pittsburgh when I was 17. 12 stitches in my left upper arm. Could have been way worse. Although it took several follow ups for the ink in one of my tattoos to take in the scar tissue:(
 
Whats this, a pittsburgher i hear. Finally someone who may understand what a jagoff or nebshit is.
 
Not me...I'd shoot the bastid before he'd have a chance to cut/stab me.:cool:.
 
I was about 12 or 13, and my brother was 10 or 11, we were on our way to a local movie house to catch whatever was playing, and we had to walk down this real long dark street to get there.

On the other side of the street were a bunch of 16 to 17 year old hoodlums,(that's what my dad called them) any way they start makin' comments about me and my brother, when all of a sudden my little brother, outa nowhere shouts come over here and say that and my brother will kick your butts:eek: Needless to say I tried to shut him up and beat a hasty retreat.

The kids across the street came and one of them grabbed my arm and twisted it behind my back, when one of the other kids pulled out a knife,(probably a Buck 110, they were real popular back then) opened it and proceeded to put it up to my throat, as the knife came closer I managed to put my right hand between the knife and my neck.

Just as the tough kids were starin' to get tougher, a car turned the corner and started to head right for us. When the thugs noticed the car the one with the knife tried to cut my throat as they began taking off, I reached out with my foot, and just as he was turning, kicked him in the :eek: :eek: as hard as a I could, I know he went away with a reminder of that night. The car that had been comming down the street pulled over to help us, I didn't even know that my hand had been cut until the guy in the car pointed it out. He gave me something to wrap my hand in and gave us a ride the movie house where they called my parents and the police.

I still have the scars across the 4 fingers, that I wedged between the blade and my neck.

The police took a statement, but no one was ever caught, to this day I think the kids that did this, were either older brothers of people I was friends with later in life, but no one ever admitted it.
 
One of my wife's old boyfriend's young borther...(take a moment) jumped out at her with a big kitchen knife to be funny. She stuck out her hand and a good portion of her palm was cut off :eek:
Luckly it was stiched back on.

This is ofcoarse why she will forever hate knives and ofcoase I have an obsession with them. Don't worry I'm not giving up on her.
She doesn't jump any more when I whip it out (the knife that is :D) and sometime she'll let me use it to cut a thread or whatever. It's funny to see her reaction to other girls who are not the least bit scared they just hold out there wrist for me cut off an id band with out a second thought, my wife is standing there cringing!
 
Yes, more than once...

I was stabbed with a switchblade (the other guy was alot worse off than me) in the leg when I was 18 and slashed in the face once, very minor, you can't even tell anymore....;)


And I have a few other minor wounds here and there....
 
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