Seconding this; my dad worked on the U2 for 30-odd years and he’s still kicking!

Some of us do.

Game on!!

I also have a stupid punk kid whiskey scar, also from arbitrary party knifeplay! For a moment I wondered if you were at the same one I was at. I woke up the next morning in a pile of what had been clean laundry, wearing stolen sunglasses and curled up with a handle of whiskey with a crazy straw in it, aaaaabsolutely needing stitches.

The scar always gets attention, if nothing else!