365 HOWLS #51: Mementos and Fingers
6-4-2013
bret harold hart
gear:
guitar
In 1981, while helping a friend clear debris from a vacant lot beside his house, I cut my right forefinger off on a sharp piece of porcelain. My hand slipped on the morning dew and the finger travelled along about 18" of the broken edge. I bled terribly, it was sloshing on the floor of my friend's VW Rabbit as he sped me to the nearest hospital. Miraculously, a surgeon was able to reattach it and I can still play guitar and do all of the other things that having a whole hand permits.