"If I ever lose my mouth, all my teeth, north 'n south, I won't have to talk no more…" Cat Stevens
When I wuz eleven years old or maybe twelve, I had my eyeteeth taken out….(taken out sounds like they went on a date or sumthin')
The dentist's name wuz Tremper (I think, mem'ries are a funny thing) 'n I wuz so scared of needles that I wudn't let him anestethise me…(big oops, setting the stage for a number of wrong-headed decisions in my life)…
Now, I don't mind talking about some of the wrong decisions that I've made in this go-round...(not sure what happens when a body shuffles off this mortal coil but it's nice to think that you get more'n one shot at getting it right)...anyway, this's all about a tooth, one simple little tooth that has been hiding in a dark corner of my mouth for years 'n years....
T'day, early this afternoon, I had that p'ticklar tooth removed…the last natural tooth, if you absolutely have to know, 'n I had a shot of novocaine 'n didn't feel a thing…not even regret…from here on out, whenever I will have need to see a dentist, I'll just hand them to him (or her) 'n sit back waiting for them t'be returned…
In the after time, I'm taking an antibiotic to deal with the minor infection from the tooth 'n vicodin to deal with…well, whatever…ackshully kind'a looking forward to some pleasant vicodin dreams t'nite…
Well, y'know…The Lord giveth 'n the Lord taketh away 'n at this stage of my life, a fella needs t'be thankful for whatever small goodies come his way…
'Course that's just nonsensical cuz losing your teeth ain't gonna stop a talker from talking…I c'd say that ain't near enough reason for a Smith to stop bloviating but that'd sound like I wuz just bragging...
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