He's Right

Me: "Lemme see that scar from when you laid your arm open with that razor blade."

Earl: (Shows me the scar -- about a quarter of an inch wide and an inch-and-a half long and surrounded by dots where the stitches went. Nobody who was there that day had ever seen so much blood; Earl though he was going to die. It was bad.)

Me: "Wow. I thought it'd be worse."

Earl: "It was worse at the time."