Nothing serious over here, except a splashy head wound received in a bar in Boston when I attempted to break up a fight. Couldn't tell you how I got it, but the ER doc was picking splinters out of my skull, so a wooden object was involved. All I knew was I woke up on my back in the rain.

Amusing side-note: The ER was out of painkillers, so they couldn't give me anything. "How can you be out of painkillers?" I demanded. The doc shrugged. "We just are."

So there. Oh, and the scar is above my hairline, and it looks like I'm never gonna go bald, so the whole thing is quite well hidden.