My roommate had a butterfly knife in his room and I wanted to play with it. I was drunk and my hands were greasy from eating KFC.

It slipped (more like threw it at the ground) due to incompetence and impairment and greasy KFC hands. I didn’t want it to get mashed on the ground so I used my lighting fast reflexes to catch a knife I just threw. Point first. Into my palm. My greasy drunk palm.

Cleaned up the evidence as best I could. Put it back. Should 100% have gone to get it stitched up, but didn’t, and ended up with some nerve damage and scar tissue crowding some tendons.

I haven’t really retold this story in a long time. As I’m typing this…