In my last year at Reed, I drank a fair amount of 100 proof Stolichnaya during my weekend radio show.
I somehow fell down on something that sliced me open above my right eye.
Some people drove me to a nearby hospital ER, and when presented with the cost of $200 for stitches, I told them "no way" and left with just a bandage.
Now, I have a 1" scar above my eye, and a bittersweet tale of college, lack of health insurance, rock and roll, and Russian vodka.
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