this story takes place in east lake in 2017
i was walking around the edge of this lake, and i was exploring obsidian i was not really paying much attention to where i was stepping so i slipped on some obsidian (which gets very slippery when wet.) and i slipped and my lizard brain made me reach out my hands to catch my fall and my right hand got sliced open about half or 3 quarters of an inch deep and 2 inches long. this could have been deadly because i just barely missed the artery.
then i got to the E.R and got 17 stitches and then had a great story to tell.
