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last night i went home to my parent's house wasted with josh and katie. we hung out in the garage and played with live crabs and we shucked clams. then i messed up and gave myself the worst cut of my life on my index finger. i bled all over the garage floor and when my parents woke up they thought i murdered someone. it didn't stop bleeding until this afternoon. i wish i had health insurance so i could get it stitched. oh well, a gnarly scar and permanent nerve damage is just as good. fuck america. fuck clams.