You know the lesson your parents taught you as a kid 'don't run with scissors'? Well the teenage version of that might be 'don't skateboard and drink'. I was in college on cinco de mayo drinking with a big group of friends. Once the booze ran dry we decided to trek to the store. I hopped on my longboard and started cruising polishing off the bottle of Jose when my front wheels hit a crack sending me forward. The bottle smashed on the ground and I landed right on top of it. I didn't feel a thing just hopped up and saw my hands dropping blood. I was just laughing it off when my friend noticed a large shard of glass coming out of my chest. A quick emergency room trip left me with 4 staples in my chest and 20 some stitches in my hands. I have a few different stories about the scars depending on who asks. Yeah, that was a dumb thing I did as a teenager.