I cried after I woke up from surgery and saw that my finger was gone. I was looking at my hand, going, 'Where the hell is my finger at?'
I was helping my mom grind meat at our butcher shop, and it just hypnotized me. I don't remember sticking my hand in, but it sheared off the three middle fingers and left me with a pinkie and a thumb.
Dr. Warthrop chopped off my finger with a butcher knife.
If I had nine of my fingers missing I wouldn't type any slower.
I'm missing an index finger.
Guitar playing is not my strong suit. I cut my finger off, working in an oil field, and it don't work anymore, so I'm limited as to what I can do on the guitar.
Advice to anglers: don't take advice from people with missing fingers.
