When I was a kid growing up in Montana I used to go gem hunting. One time I had a weird accident that has afflicted me the rest of my life. Truth is stranger than fiction.

I used to own a rock hammer and I would bust open rocks looking for semi-precious gems.

One time I hit a rock and chunks flew back at me. One EMBEDDED itself in my arm. I pulled it out, but a little chunk was left in there like a splinter.

Being a kid, I didn't do anything about, the wound healed, and I can still feel that little chunk in there.

True story.