Just struck me ... as I stood in front of the mirror after my shower, how all my old scars from my youth that came with swashbuckling stories have faded and disappeared. Now, the scars have all come from my demonologist digging out some pre-cancerous skin growth simply from being outdoors all my life...lol Last weekend my Sheila asked how I got that scar on my back. I gotta start making stories up. Particularly if I ever have to start dating again.

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Which brings up some advice. I've probably been visiting the dermatologist regularly for 10-15 years and if he nitrogen "froze" one thing off my skin he's done a hundred. Plus every couple years he cuts something out that could turn nasty. The first few years I told him I'm his Christmas Club because he'd chop something out every October- November. 😂 You're all outdoorsmen.
GET YER ARSES TO A DERMATOLOGIST!!! The life you save will be your own!