A lot of people at work were asking me about this bright red cut I had on my nose today. The truth of the matter is, I was showering and the shampoo bottle slipped out of my hand and I cut myself across my nose. But nobody was believing that story.
North Beach, San Francisco, California
Leica M8, Cosina-Voigtländer NOKTON 35mm F1.2 Aspherical
1/500sec, iso 320, 35mm (47mm)
I thought about it on the way home and I realized they were right—I should tell people that I got into an alley fight with some pissed-off Ruby developers, and one of them nicked me before I was able to fend them off with my mad ninja coding skills.
That’ll be much more believable.
(Now I’m hoping the cut stays visible for a while.)
[My Harrison Ford Scar after the jump]
My Harrison Ford Scar
[Harrison Ford] has a scar on his chin which he got when he tried to “buckle up” while already driving, and lost control of the car. The scar has been explained in two of his films: in the River Phoenix introductory sequence in Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade (1989), an inexperienced young Indy hits himself in the chin the first time he tries to use the whip; and in Working Girl (1988), he first says that he got the scar in a knife fight, then admits that the true story is that he knocked his chin on a toilet after fainting during an ear-piercing.
—iMDB biography of Harrison Ford
I have this scar on my chin that I call my “Harrison Ford scar.” It’s the sort of scar that definitely has a story behind it. I suppose the scar would totally get me laid if it weren’t for the fact that nobody can see it since it’s on the base of my chin and I’m sadly not 6’5″.
The story behind it was that I was four years old and taking a poo. Now for some reason—that I can’t explain because, well, what the hell do you remember when you were four?—I had my hands in my pockets. At some point, I had to wipe my tooshie, but since I had outgrown these pants, my hands were sort of stuck. So I got up off the toilet, leaned my chin against the sink and yanked…
One operation and a few stitches later, I had my Harrison Ford scar for life.
Now, I know you don’t believe this, but it’s totally true. It’s also why I knew even the true story in Working Girl was total bullshit: if he had slipped on the toilet, Harrison Ford’s scar would be a lot lower in his chin and he wouldn’t be getting any women.
Next time, if I meet this really short girl who notices my scar, I’ll tell her that I got it in a knife fight with a Java developer.
It looks drawn in with Photoshop.
@John All I did was unmask the color channel in photoshop. But since you won’t believe me, I added a link to the original photograph to the photograph above (As usual, you have to friend me on Flickr to see it).