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My buddy and I wrapped his ride around a T-Pole all downed out. I went through the windshield and back into the seat. Spent 3 1/2 hours on the table being stitch. I woke up in the morning pretty clueless, when I lifted the table up and saw my face in a mirror for the first time I wanted to die. I looked like Frankenstein. I had roughly 300 stitches in my face. My hair was all stringy and greasy looking from the dried up blood. Even with plastic surgery I was not able to get rid of a lot of them. One reason I've worn a beard my entire adult life. Never Ever thought I get a date again let alone get married. So never ever pull the trigger on your life.