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Scars offer a bit of insight into people. If you have enough of your own, you learn to interpret others. And then you get the insight.
Insight was always an important factor in my life. A ways back, he tried to give me some insight into the male half of the species. A different he. You see, the thing about guys is, well, they’re always questioning. ‘I wonder what’s over that hill.’ ‘I wonder how fast my car goes.’ ‘I wonder what she looks like naked.’ ‘How many ways can I come close to dying and still live?’ ‘I wonder what she looks like naked.’ I suppose this ties us back to scars. For two reasons. One. When men try to answer these questions they seem to have a tendency to get a few new scars. And, two. We shared a common fascination with scars. Formed somewhat of an ‘I’ll show you mine, you show me yours’ attitude about them. Don’t go twisting that either, sicko. This wasn’t like our conversations about test-tube-stirrers. That was different. It’s a nice feeling when you reach a level with people where you seem to transcend awkwardness. That doesn’t seem too easy with people nowadays. Everyone’s out to get offended. And heaven forbid you should crack an off color joke. He told me scars across the eye- the ones that slash right down vertically- those were cool. They were also, coincidentally, how we corrected lopsided, uneven eyes in our sketches. Now allegedly, scars across joints give you special powers. I had a large scar running down my knee. Larger than his scar. Larger than the joint it was on. He denies my powers are greater. He taught me narcissism contained a bit of a level of charm to it. He denied that too. Deep down, though, I’m convinced he knows it’s true. Either that or he just enjoys talking about himself. You should probably write all this in capital letters, baby. He might have a heart attack if he doesn’t get his rightful bit of fame out of all of this. Another thought. I was never any good with names. He addressed himself in the third person a lot. So needless to say I never forgot about him. Don’t really think I ever could.