Maybe I need to moisturise. Which always makes me think of this scene from Ocean's Eleven:
Or maybe not.
There are marks on my hands from incidents I can remember as far back as 1988. Which isn't that far, but given I was 9 years old, that's not too bad.
Nope, scars are okay. They remind us of the life we've lived. Of what we've been carried through, or just survived.
And if they're really impressive, they might earn a little kudos. But that's less likely.
