So I went to the dentist today. I know
that may not sound like a big deal to many of you because you go to
the dentist every year or whatever amount of time they say you
should. But not me. The last time I had any dental work done was when
I was 9 years old. My teeth were fucked. Between cavities, brushing
my teeth in five seconds, and knocking out all of the ones in front
on a skateboard, teeth were not something I cared about. But today it
was time to pay the piper.
A few days before my birthday I was
coming back from Gelson's. I'd just bought a pack of gum and was
happy. I popped a piece in and as I made my way into my apartment
felt a crunch. I knew that something was not right. Gum doesn't
crunch. Usually. So I pull the gum out and sure enough a piece of
tooth is there. Which one? I head to my bathroom to find out. I am
pissed because me and my cousin were gonna head to Project Taco for
the first time.
