I had some skin cancer removed from my face this week. Third time for me. Maybe I shouldn't have lived on the beach all those years, huh? I swear, I was there at dawn and left at dusk. I was a very tan guy. But that's ancient history. Now, I'm a guy who gets skin cancer on his face every few years.
But there's a silver lining. The surgeon left a three-inch slash on my face. It's very cool! I hope it leaves a big scar in its wake. Horror writers should have a scarred face, don't you think? So anyway, I'm healing and hoping (for a big scar).
I'd post a photo but I know you people have weak stomachs. Weak as water, weak as water!
But there's a silver lining. The surgeon left a three-inch slash on my face. It's very cool! I hope it leaves a big scar in its wake. Horror writers should have a scarred face, don't you think? So anyway, I'm healing and hoping (for a big scar).
I'd post a photo but I know you people have weak stomachs. Weak as water, weak as water!
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