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When I was 15 and on vacation in Dominican Republic, I went out for a night in Santo Domingo with some of the locals working at my resort and got really badly drunk. I ended up hitting on what turned out to be some guy's wife, so he spun me around and tried to slash my throat. He missed my throat, but dug a 4-inch long gouge along the side of my neck. The guys I was with threw me on the back of a moped and brought me back to the resort at 4:00 in the morning, and I quietly snuck into bed. When my parents came into my room to wake me up, I was passed out in my bed with a towel pressed up to the side of my neck and blood all over the place... When I got back to school and people were freaking out asking about it (it looked pretty crazy), I got a kick out of just smiling and telling people I fell off my bike
why lie..this story is fookin sweeeeeet
Hehe, I would tell people if they really pressed me about it, but being coy and building up mystery about it was the best. Eventually, enough people found out about the real story, and it was way better than if I just came out and bragged about it. Girls saw me as crazy/adventurous, and other guys saw me as a badass
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