Thread: Pride Commeth Before the Fall

By 6:15 am, it was already a bad day. As I stood before the mirror, lather on my face, my strop in one hand and my blade in the other, I was feeling rather proud of myself for keeping my strop in such great condition. Not a scratch on her, I was thinking to myself, "I can't even imagine how one would accidentally nick his strop." At that very moment, as I flipped my Diamondine on her spine, the business end slit into my beautiful Tony Miller 3 1/2" Red Latigo, leaving a nasty, deep 1/4 inch laceration on the edge! The disbelief was astounding. I quickly composed myself and then let out a streak of well-intended pofanity. How could I have done this! As I went on with my routine and raised my blade to my neck, I tried very hard not to think, "I can't even imagine how one would accidentally slit his jugular."