It’s always such a pleasure when people in my life meet and immediately start comparing stab wounds I allegedly inflected or allegedly attempted to inflict. Good God, it’s like listening to war stories of soldiers proudly displaying their battle scars.

The other day my Mother got to meet the psychopath… and promptly shows the scar on her hand from where she impaled herself with a knife I happened to be holding.

So… the psychopath points to his ribs and indicates where he says I nearly stabbed him while I was attempting to cut potatoes.

And there I am, sitting there helplessly, wondering how many others would jump in with “war stories” from knowing me…