Sliced my thigh open, needless to say it (death) didn’t happen. It (the experience of slicing myself open) was fun, loved itt! A wonderful rush, some drugs, some stitches and I’ve been healed (praise the lord!). Didn’t hit anything important I suppose but it’s whatever. I’m thankful for the experience. I’ve grown from it. Wheee I’m done.
Ya’ll are some beautiful souls.
Didn’t even get to meet god.
Or Satan.
Hospital bills are a rip off.