There were plenty of terrible and interesting things transpiring around the time, but no, how I wound up with an eye-patch again wasn't one of them, really.
The first time it happened was much more interesting, but then I was eight years old and covered in blood at the time.
Shot with what Danzig, a pellet gun? Spunk? Want to go fifty rounds bare-knuckled to prove how much more a stud you are than me?