A second Debbie 114 x 365

Armed with only a needle (sterilized by placing it in a candle flame until it became red-hot), a raw potato half, an ice cube and some rubbing alcohol, Debbie pierced my ears in my attic bedroom one winter day.

“Will it hurt?” I asked.

“Not much,” she replied.

She lied.

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Indigo Bunting said…
Love this one. Sometimes I think I should have had mine done this way. But all in all, I'm glad I didn't.
1/8/07, 2:28 PM
Otter said…
In 1975 I pierced a second hole (long before it was cool) this same way. Mine stayed infected until I finally let it close up.
Lisa (otters43x365)
1/8/07, 9:05 PM
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