My lame meme

[bobquasit]

Okay, here it is - a meme which will ONLY be done by me. Which means that it's NOT a meme, actually. Or not a viable one, anyway.



How did I get it?

1. In college I was dealing with a drunken roommate who had been screaming out in the street that he cared about people. With my other roommate I helped quiet him down and get him upstairs. We thought he'd finally gone to sleep when he suddenly woke up and projectile-vomited - all over my autographed copy of Gordon R. Dickson's Tactics of Mistake. I was so angry that I turned around and slapped my hand against a wall.
   
   Unfortunately I hadn't noticed that there was a nail with a broken-off head in the wall, and by the time I'd realized it, I had already pulled my hand down, ripping my palm open still further. I ended up getting ten stiches at the local hospital. We never got the bloodstains off the wallpaper.
   
   
2. Long ago, when I was a toddler, I was toddling across the living room of our apartment while holding a glass statue of a dog. Unfortunately my new walking skills weren't up to the task of navigating around the stretched-out legs of visitors, and I fell down - shattering the statue, and slicing all the skin off of my hand. My father tried to repair the situation with gauze and medical tape, but the tape kept getting soaked with blood and unraveling. Then the entire skin of my palm would simply flop loose; it was only connected at the base of my palm. I ended up being driven, screaming, to the hospital, where the doctors sewed up my hand.
   
   So which is true - #1, or #2?