One day he hopes to be a teacher, and to devise a new tale each semester on how he lost his arm. "One semester it'll be the table saw," he says. "The next it'll be a wood lathe. Or I'll say that I was framing a house alone, nailed my arm to the roof and had to gnaw my own arm off. I'm going to screw with those kids.
"Might as well have fun with it. You can only be so serious."
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