5 years ago, I was visiting some relatives in Queens, NY. My aunt, uncle and parents went out, leaving me and my slightly older cousins to our own devices in the house. So, as any good boy would do in that situation, we preceded to have pencil swordfights. I favored a Mirado Black Warrior #2 medium, while my cousin brandished the classic: Ticonderoga #2 Medium. After fencing up the stairs and in the bedroom then down the stairs again, we ended up in the living room. I leaped onto the couch with so much gusto that I caught my foot underneath the piece of furniture. In one fluid motion, I dropped the slightly sharp pencil into the couch, where it got caught somewhat face up in the space between the cushions, stabbing myself in the back of the hand. Here in the center of this picture, you can see the scar from this battle, just below my middle knuckle, reminding me constantly of my graphic graphite confrontation.