i put an ice-tool through my forehead the day before my 1st life insurance inspector came around to inspect my skin-suit only to find my fine, crisp stitches - shit, i said, i just hit meself in the head w/ a hammer (not even a white-lie!), what can ya do? for reasons i've still not understood, they turned me down they said somethign about climbing above 14,000 feet being unkosher, pointing to my denali climb the summer before. fuck'em.