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Benjamin Cox
New York, New York USA
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I promise, this is a scar, not a scab. It's already healed for three months and is still red, black and blue. I was finishing up working on a student film shoot. It was at a burned down aluminum smelting plant, and our script supervisor's friend showed up on his shiny Honda Magna motorcycle. This thing was big--750cc, and I had never riden before, but I really wanted to learn. So, stupidly he let me try it out. I could barely hold it steady, much less get it started. Finally I got it going, and five seconds later the throttle got stuck and I lost my balance and slid out, skinning my knee badly and burning my arm. I was okay though. I got up and posed for a photo next to the motorcycle. The next day I phoned my mom from the urgent care room at Beth Israel warning her that I was a-okay but I had to charge my copay to her credit card.
Three months later I still have gravel in my scar so thats that.
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