When I was 5 my friend Jonny Kelly and I were playing guns in Grandma "E's" back yard. To be more specific I think we were acting out the opening scene from Raiders Of The Lost Ark. I decided in order to give the scene any real merrit I had to swing from a vine hanging from one of her trees just like Indy did before he was blow gunned to death by the natives (how did you not even catch one glimpse of their junk in those leaf costumes they wore, good job lucas, good job) So anyway I grabbed the lowest haning vine I could and walked as far up the slight hill that made a perfect leaping off point. "Youll never take me alive indians" I yelled and with all my energy swung out over the yard. I didnt get 5 ft before the vine snapped and I went falling back to earth hands first and landed on the edge of this old metal tool box that was by the base of the tree (Jonny and I started out building a tree fort but gave up when we couldnt find any wood to make a ladder). Blood started to pour from the huge wound on my palm. The cut streached from my pinky down the fatty part of my palm almost to my writs. I screamed bloody murder and ole grandma 'E" came rushing out to my rescue. Her solution to the problem was to wrap an entire roll of toilet paper around the gaping whole in my hand. Now I am not sure if anyone out there has covered a wound with TP before but its not really the best bandage in the world as you get little pieces of the TP stuck to every part of the cut. We rushed to sibley hospitol in DC as fast as "E's" oldsmobuick could take us. I was rushed into surgery and some how was able to regain the use of all my fingers (allowing me to contiue to play the paino). I still dont really have feeling in my palm and when it gets cold by scar sweats. Not really sure what thats all about but thats my story and Im sticking to it