My Dinky Pinky

I remember now that I have a small scar on my right pinky finger. I suffered this atrocity in 1973 at the hands of a less-than-sturdy drinking glass that I was washing. It simply broke as I was running the sponge around the inside and made about an inch gash in my finger. I tried to band-aid it but the band-aid didn't suffice so I went for stitches.

Being a poor musician I had to go to the hospital as a charity case. They sewed up my finger and we promptly snuck out of the hospital without paying.

A few days later I removed the stitches myself. It wasn't nearly as painful as I thought it would be.