Charlie's Hand

As you can see from this image, my hand was cut up pretty severely in the first explosion. (Yes, this means there was in fact, a second explosion I was involved in. Sometimes, I learn things a bit slowly...) I lost a little bit of my ring finger in that explosion; I am certain that it made a tasty morsel for the rats with wings (pigeons) that congregated in my high school's parking lot, near the scene of the explosion. 

Fortunately, the surgeons at the Naval Hospital in Bethesda are very skillful; I have complete use of my hand. Note the weird green aura around my hand. It is due to my negative energy and generally bilious disposition.