and they don't think i know what they're talking about.

I have a skin tag on my ear. He was part of the whole package straight out of the womb.

I named him Skag (skin + tag = Skag), and I've grown quite fond of him. He whispers sweet nothings into my ear, sings me to sleep, and keeps me fashionable by looking like an earing.

All Skag and I hear all day is, "When are we going to CHOP that thing off?" "Did you talk to the doctor about getting that thing REMOVED." "It's not that big...we should just CUT IT OFF."

Cut him off! He's my friend!

The countdown begins. These are our last days together. I love you, Skag. I will always remember you.