The point of that seemingly unnecessary exposition is that since that night, I have been walking around with a large scab across my right forearm and three on my knuckles. Two people have commented upon it, VJ and Sara, friends that I went to lunch with. The people at work have said nothing. Granted, they don't often say much to me, but even those who I am more social with have looked, noticed me noticing them noticing, and then looked away. No one has asked me what happened.
It makes me wonder what they think I got into this weekend that is so twisted that they don't even want to bring it up.
I remember something being said about this very phenomenon in Fight Club.