This is Low Rent running the
flaming pinata safely away from
the bar and putting it out with the
first available liquid.
That's the first time I've ever written
that sentance.
Ok...here's where I go dumb for
a critical five seconds. The sword
falls out of the beaver. I naturally
want to put it back. I can't quite
reach the handle so I grab it by
the "unsharpened" part of the blade
and in slow motion watch myself
do one of the more stupid things
I've done in a long long time...and
drive it back into the bar.
It cuts straight down through all the
fatty tissue. As bad as it looks here,
it's worse. I should have immediately
gotten stitches, but I wrap it in a
paper towel and gaffer tape and get
back behind the bar.
