When I was a child I lived in a home with a large backyard. One day I found an axe lying on the ground. One end of the axe had the typical axe blade, while the opposite end was fashioned into a hammer head. I picked up the axe. it was heavy, but I was young and small at the time. I brought the axe up over my head with both hands and swung it into the ground, burying the hammer head into the soft earth. I then found a small piece of wood. Picking it up and bringing it over to the heavy axe , I placed the wood on the ground, grabbed the axe, and again I raised it up over my head with both of my hands.

Swinging the axe down with all the strength I had I brought the hammer end down and onto the small block of wood, leaving behind the golf ball dimpled pattern of the hammer head in the wood. I guess I thought that this was interesting, and began to lift the axe once again, raising up the axe head into the air with both hands, eyeing my target on the ground. Taking a deep breath, I started to hammer down the axe, but the handle slipped out of my hands, and the sharp edge hanging over my head fell straight down, sinking into my skull.

I heard the axe hit me, but I'm sure that was more of an internal sound than anything else. The feeling was like sinking your finger in play-doh, the soft bone giving away just a bit, for an instant hugging the blade. The axe fell to the ground. I touched the top of my head, then looked at my hand. The blood looked more brown than red. I don't remember if I screamed or made any sounds at all. I don't remember my parents finding me. The next thing I do remember was waking up in a hospital made out of stainless steel.

What I saw when I woke up was a bit disturbing. I was lying on a stainless steel gurney in a dark hallway. A single spotlight was shining down on me.

I smelled blood. My head hurt.

A doctor hiding behind a white breathing mask stepped out of the shadows and waved a hypodermic needle in my face. A brown liquid slowly dripped from it's sharp point.

I fell asleep.

I think that's why I have a pointy head. I drives the barber crazy. If I get a short haircut it looks like I have a mohawk. I once let my hair grow long. When I tied it back it split at the point at the top of my head, making my hair look stupid.

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On a lighter note...here's a blatant plug for Account Pics, an outlet for my OCD.