- Growing Up Bronx
When we were teens, we were stupid. It is undeniable that teenagers can do stupid things for acceptance, ego, or simply to show off or impress a girl. Hell, we’d do dumb stuff simply to pass the time!
There were about 6 of us in my room, we were rough housing each other as teens do. Back then I always carried a blade or a box cutter, so as we were “beating” my cousin down on the floor, I reached in my pocket, pulled out the box cutter and pretended to jig my cousin in the chest.
The problem here is that I didn’t realize that I accidentally exposed the blade tip as I stabbed him with the plastic, harmless part of it. Thankfully, I didn’t move the blade or press too hard. I left an indentation and red mark, but I didn’t pierce or slash his flesh. I might actually have video of that, I’ll check at home, if I find it, I’ll link it here.
I felt terrible and profusely apologized about it, at that point I decided that I should never play with a damn box cutter again. I’m grateful he didn’t get hurt and we just laughed it off. What’s the moral of the story? Don’t play with damn box cutters! On that day, I was not a responsible box cutter owner!
Growing Up Bronx