My face hurts; I should have kept Marie's number.

[KB.]

If you have a weak stomach you might want to skip the following description. I had a tooth pulled yesterday; it is in the back right side on the bottom. Right next to my wisdom tooth, which I might add all four came in rather nicely. I just now got to wash out my mouth with warm salt water. I can see the bone under my gum. The dentist assures me it will all grow back, the gum that is, perfectly. It looks like something out of a horror movie at the moment. I think pulling that tooth which has offended me for a year now makes for a nice metaphor, but I will let you draw your own conclusions on that matter. It took the dentist all of ten minutes to extract the tooth. I have nightmares about teeth falling out that lasted longer. I'm not supposed to be smoking, but I have had a couple in the last twenty-four hours. Just a couple, if I stopped cold turkey I'd be back to a couple packs a day in a week. I decided to use a little moderation instead of quitting. My face hurts, but an ibuprofen takes care of that. I wake up with blood on my lips. The tooth is gone though, and I feel liberated.



Somewhere along the path of Hydrocodone induced joy yesterday I watched a show on VH1 called, "The Pick-Up Artist", have you seen this sh!t? Some guy who goes by the name "Mystery" with his two sidekicks one of whom goes by the moniker "J-Dog" and the other "Matador" teaches about a dozen very unassuming men how to pick up women. Mystery, who we are told is the world's leading pick up guru, tells the poor guys to wear tighter pants. J-Dog has an accent and he wears his blonde hair (dyed) with black streaks haphazardly run through it like someone took a paintbrush and slapped his head. Someone needs to. The three of these knuckle heads spend the show changing these guys into something they aren't; so that they can feel comfortable enough to go and pick up women. When did tighter pants become so important in faux romance?



I walked into Walgreen's after my dentist appointment, I had gauze in my mouth, blood on my lips, my t-shirt was wrinkled, and my pants were anything but tight. I was going to see how much my antibiotics would cost and how long it would take. I walk to the pharmacy desk and proceed to try and ask those questions but my mouth isn't working. I have to use a handkerchief to wipe blood away from my forced smile, and I look at the pharmacist and motion for pen and paper. To my right is a lovely young woman of about 22 or 23, taller than me, chestnut hair, nice green eyes, and she smiling in my general direction. I turn, point to my swollen cheek and wink at her. She reaches out and rubs the back of her hand up and down my cheek, slowly and lightly. Makes a frown and asks if there is anything I need. I pull out my cell phone and when she sees the phone she gives a wonderful laugh, takes it from me and puts her number in. She didn't have any sparkle in her eyes. Not a sparkle of trouble or a sparkle of shelter. Just green eyes. She did have some real long legs though. Her name is Marie and I erased her number from my phone when I got back to the car. I think I'll wait a few years before I get back into that game.



Who the hell needs a TV show? I had blood on my lips, gauze between my teeth, and baggy pants. I still got a number and I wasn't even going to ask for it. I wanted her to call Wal-Mart and see how much their cost was on the antibiotics.



VH1 should give me a damn show.





I wrote a letter to a very important person a couple of weeks ago; I haven't received a reply, phone call, or a smoke signal from that person's direction. I doubt I ever will. I did what I needed to do, and maybe I should do more, but if that plea fell on deaf ears nothing else I could do would make a difference. Some people have to take that little trip to hell all by themselves, and all I can do is hope they make it back out again in one piece.



I need to stop dating women who work at my favorite bars. It seems as though I will have to find another center of the universe as well. That is an undertaking I really ain't got the energy to proceed with.



I've been irritable, quick tempered, and mean the last week. Flea called me pissy pants, and I laughed, but it's true. I'll wallow my miserable self out of it eventually. Don't say I haven't warned folks that I was capable of it.



I'm going to do a little math, put things on a scale if you will. Blame the drugs. I have been around somewhere in the neighborhood of eleven thousand days, one thousand five hundred and eighty weeks. That's 11,000 and 1,580. In the span of forty two days or six weeks (42 and 6) my entire life changed, twice. Careful folks you cannot prepare for things like that; no matter how solid you think you are; life will find a crack.



I have to write another letter shortly after this. There is someone that won't read this because I removed them from a position where they could. Inside this half assed story is one far bigger and filled with things that should have or could have happened. Oh well, sh!t happens, right?



My face hurts; I should have kept Marie's number.



KB





"All of this fuss about sleeping together. For physical pleasure I'd sooner go to my dentist any day.

~Evelyn Waugh

Josh Ritter has a nice song called "Come and Find Me". Here is a little bit of it, and I might post a youtube link at the bottom.



"I keep you in a flower vase

with your fatalism and crooked face

with the daisies and the violet brocades

and I keep me in a vacant lot

in the ivies, forget-me-nots

hoping you will come and untangle me one of these days"

[Carl44]

aww buddy poor you i had root canal work done a while ago it was horrible





i'd of rather read Lons posts :wah::wah:





i actually enjoy lons posts





i'd of rather been nice to immy :p

[Patsy Warnick]

KB

How the heck are you...?

I do enjoy reading your posts - your gum will close up - if you think one tooth is a mess, my sister just had all her teeth pulled - all, it was amazing.

Well - good luck with your new green eyed lady friend, she'll nurse you back to health.

Patsy

[KB.]

Patsy Warnick;679306 wrote: KB

How the heck are you...?

I do enjoy reading your posts - your gum will close up - if you think one tooth is a mess, my sister just had all her teeth pulled - all, it was amazing.

Well - good luck with your new green eyed lady friend, she'll nurse you back to health.

Patsy


No new friends, should was the operative word there.