Baby’s first head injury:

A Flashback , Vancouver 1983.

If you ever meet me face to face, chances are that you’ll notice that I have four eyebrows. Each bushy little face Caterpillar is split in two, horizontally, by 2 thin White scars . Here’s their origin story;

It’s 1983. False Creek Daycare, Vancouver. I am three, wound the fuck up, and absolutely TEARING around my daycare at full speed, turning corners much too tight to be safe, and finally my giant noggin catches the corner of where two walls meet, splitting my forehead open, just above my left eye, sending a steady gush of blood down my face, a strange foreshadowing of my own bloodied visage, 38 years later.

Same daycare, same insane child, two years later: It’s 1985,, I’m 4 and I’m ripping around the space again, and some unidentified child -sourced detritus gets under my feet, and I trip, sailing face – first into a windowsill, landing a gash directly through my right eyebrow. With no conscious intention, I’d perfectly matched the scar I’d given myself two years earlier on the other eyebrow;

and that’s why I have 4 eyebrows.