Stephen King novel idea: You are born without fingers, you grow a new one for every year you’ve been alive.

38-years-old, max, unless he's some kind of freak with a different number of fingers on each hand.

He grew so many fingers for nothing! He could count way more efficient with the fingers at hand cough.

I.e. the sumerians used to count to 60+ with 2 hands. They and their sexagesimal system.

His mother was a venus fly trap.

I'm sick of these AI slop images.