I cried at the dentist today.

Yeah, I’m not so tough, apparently, or maybe the major metalwork being done inside my face was harsh enough that I deserved the couple of tears that squeezed out.

I’m not ashamed; that stuff hurt.

So now I have a bionic tooth. You’re in trouble, you just come to my tooth, and you can hide behind it. Titanium, baby. Ima going to set off alarms all over our nation’s airports.

By Published On: February 4, 2010Categories: Life