One handing was natural to me, I liked it best when I had saws made for it. It is very handy.
I cut my big toe off once with two hands. They put it back on. It works.
Many years ago I almost slashed my throat open but it missed with only a whoosh of air feeling on my neck. My reflexes were pretty good that day, I wasn't drunk, high, or lackadaisical, I do better when I'm not drunk, high, or lackadaisical.
I didn't bleed out. I kept working. I still one-hand.
I almost cut my face in half yesterday with a short-bar 066, both hands, thumbs wrapped. Surprised me, kept working, yeah, I thought about it. I was glad I didn't bleed out or look like a freak.
Some day I will die. I don't know how yet.
That's OK I guess, since I don't seem to have a choice. Everyone else through the centuries has died. All The soldiers, heroes and also the rule-making, entitlement-thinking, socialistic, poorly-skilled, whining, jealous pussies.
That's OK, I'm not better than those pussies. They are good at some stuff, some stuff that I don't really understand. . .
Thanks for that stuff btw.
I'm just not really a rule-making, entitlement-thinking, socialistic, poorly-skilled, whining, jealous pussy.
I'm a different kind of asshole. A tougher one.
Hope this helps.