While in college working for Bush Hog in machine and drilling a guy dropped a drill jig on my hand and broke my pinkie on my left hand. The thing is though is that finger has been broken twice before that so it’s misshapen by now.
The most pain I’ve ever been in was early in my career a 300+ lbs beotch was trying to steal a carton (not pack) of Kools from the Piggly Wiggly by sticking the carton under her tits. They saw it and called. I responded and when I was going to arrest her she fought. I got one hand behind her back and she got ahold of my left forearm on the meaty part with her mouth. It was during the Winter so I had on a long sleeve shirt and she got me so good that it drew blood from inside the shirt. It drew a crowd and I thought I would get in trouble because I told her not too nicely “If you bite me again I’m going to break your f*#&@ing arm”. I meant it too. Apparently no one complained or Chief Melvin Summerlin, a great chief from the old school, didn’t blame me. It was bad enough I had to go to the hospital and they gave me an AIDS test because it was a relatively new disease that they were still learning about.
