33 years... pinky. I miss my fucking toe and outer foot. Now i have to use a crappy shoes which cost more then my special edition chucks. Plus a foot filler and arch replacement. $140 a pair btw
Could be worse since i was dead for a min. Meh. Still have scars in my chest that hurt from the tubes in my lung/heart and a bottle of oxy that i haven't touched. Still haven't got my 'This piggy went to the slaughterhouse' tat yet. They still need to fix a bone and redo a pin.
Plus my dog died sunday. He was 17 but still. Anal gland cancer is horrible. But i will leave this on a cheery note.