Challenge - Day 4

My dimple is fake. Have I mentioned that here? I have a dimple in my left cheek and it's not natural. I smacked my face on the corner of my parent's bed when I was in sixth grade. They moved their bed one day and the weight of the huge oak frame caused a bump in the rug. I tripped over it when I went in to say goodnight to them. And that's what they get for not coming to tuck ME in! An ugly kid with a fake dimple.

Seriously, though. I wish I could show you the pictures right now. The left side of my face swelled up so big I looked like the cartoon guy on the Big League Chew bags. Remember him?

If he were a little more masculine and a little less confident that would totally have been me.

Dealing with my new deformity wasn't so bad, but then I burnt my eyeball with the curling iron the next year. (I just searched, and I have mentioned the burnt eyeball on here twice in over two years. As you can imagine, it was pretty traumatic.) I had braces and super-short hair by then, too, so I looked really hot. Like Ray Liotta.

Oh, did I neglect to mention that I wore homemade paisley vest and pant suits atop silk shirts all whilst tooting on a trumpet? I was a sex machine.