Self inflicted head wounds.

When I was in 6th grade about 10 or 11 my first self inflicted head wound came from a sod cutter. This is a half moon shaped blade at the end of a long handle. One afternoon after too many kung fu movies at my buddy's house I took the sod cutter which to me resembled one of the shaolin great bladed spears. I was doing ok spinning it around slowly, My buddy was waving a pair of bamboo sticks around like swords. I got faster an faster and of course eventually forgot one end was bladed. As I spun it around attempting to spin it from in front of me to over my head I felt a tremendous clunk. I shook my head a little then laughed, my buddy looked at me smiled then his face dropped into what can only be described as terror. He said I looked normal then a line across the side of my head started oozing blood. I reached up and patted my head and my hand came away dripping blood, as I leaned forward the blood rolled down my face and dripped off. I'm not scared of blood, but I was definitely beginning to feel a little woozy as more and more seemed to pour out over my hands. My buddy helped me get my hands in position to hold the cut closed and we walked the 3 blocks back to my house, trying to think of a way to explain this to my mother (the nurse) without getting my ass beat for being stupid. My mother went a little whiter than usual at seeing me injured, but otherwise handled it really well. She got my pal to tell her the truth (wus) and then just looked at me. "You are lucky you didn't cut your ear off." That was all she said. My dad later said "If you're going to be stupid aim lower and cut your whole head off next time, it will hurt less."It didn't seem that bad after I got cleaned up, the cut was about 3 inches long an almost perfect straight line 1/2 inch above my ear. I didn't go in for stitches ,but I did get the side of my head shaved and 4 butterfly bandages to hold my scalp together. The second I was 13 and just starting to grow my hair out and start smoking. On Halloween evening after a few meager attempts to get some free candy my friend and I realized we were too old for that kind of fun. My costume consisted of my leather, a wooden bat and my hair carved into some 1950's do with crisco. It wasn't really anything, I just wanted to wear my leather, and figured with a cool hairstyle I would be seen as having a costume. I had the bat because older boys in the neighborhood liked to jump me, beat the hell out of me, so once I started high school I never went out at night without my bat or my bronze tipped walking stick. We were walking the neighborhood and came upon a local boy who began mouthing off a little, after the verbal sparring boys have so much fun with he grabbed a rock and threw it at me. I lunged towards him but he was a fast runner and took off I just missed grabbing him. If I'd caught him It probably wouldn't have been that bad, we were just screwing around and he was kind of a friend. I forgot of course that I was holding a bat and as I pumped my arms trying to catch up I rammed the end of the bat into my right eye socket. I saw a white flash and left my feet. When I opened my remaining eye, my friend was standing over me looking concerned then laughing as I tried to sit up and kept falling back over. I was so dizzy from the massive blow I had struck myself the kid I was chasing had to come back and help my friend carry me home.