A few times a year I have a dream that I loose teeth. Sometimes it happens by me cross-biting myself and bending my pearly-whites out of place. Other times it’s decay. A couple times I have been so annoyed by a jiggling tooth that I forcibly extract it and I feel pissed [...]
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After working eight hours at Chester’s Chicken Shack for a handful of peanuts (people call then dollars nowadays), I paid a visit to my buddy, Tim, who fancies himself something of an amateur pharmacist. “Take two of these and call me later,” he said. I took a Zanax. He said it would help [...]
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