As a kid, a bunch of friends and I smashed glass bottles for fun while barefoot. I have no idea what the hell we were thinking, but predicably I cut my big toe pretty bad.

I then walked around for a while, with everyone telling me I had a bleeding gash in my toe. I didn’t believe them and wouldn’t even look. It took my mom telling me for me to finally look down, and when I did I nearly passed out from the sight of my own idiocy pouring out of me.

Not my smartest moment, for damn sure.