There's a florist in my neighborhood with a friendly helper who I often stop and talk to as I did last night. It reminded me of the time, after I had known him for a while, we were standing outside the store in the bright sun and for the first time I noticed this huge scar that ran just about ear to ear... I ran my finger on it and said as a joke, "What is this? Somebody try to slit your throat?" and he replied, "Yes."
Ok, so my eyes must have bugged out a bit -- Nosy me, but he added, "I used to live a different life." You would never know it by talking to him today... I don't know if I even realized that a slit throat is a real thing, but I can tell you it leaves a hell of a scar.
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