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Here's a good one.It's in a neck and neck race with another terrible one for first, or is it last, place.

I decided to experiment with using a palatte knife. I should have turned it on myself instead of the canvas. I've never actually heard of a warrior falling on his palette knife. But so anyway, I was slapping on this Brown/Black color the morning of my knee surgery. Things we're going from bad to badder when my friend picked me up to go to the hospital.

And there I was, on the gurney, joking around with the nurses and the anesthesiologist and having a pretty good time seeing as how I was pretty stoned. I thought the medical personnel were stoned too, but probably not. Just before they wheeled me off the anesthesiologist was adjusting my I.D. bracelet when a look of horror(really) came over her face. Good thing I was stoned because I pick up on these things, you know. She lifted my arm and asked me if I had seen this and that I should see a dermatologist right away. "This" was a huge slab of Brown/Black paint. I said, "You mean this?" I peeled it off. Apparently they got a good laugh out of it. Like I say, good thing I was stoned as my medical fears, while way lower than in the past, are still very much with me. Unfortunately, this painting is still very much with me. Somewhere around here.