…But then I got high.

Got my implant put in at the oral surgeon yesterday. There’s nothing quite like nitrous oxide to let you understand, by tone of voice alone, just how much a douchebag someone is.

I love men, but there’s a Cranky Old White Bastard subset that I just don’t favor.

Speaking of nitrous, how’s this for an effect of growing up in what’s fundamentally still a Puritan country: I felt like I had to periodically make a point to show the doctor and nurse that I was breathing out of my mouth, and not the happy-gas nose tube, so they wouldn’t think I was “enjoying” the nitrous too much.

Because they’d laugh at me, and think I was a druggie…while they drilled into my jawbone.

Sssnnnnniiiiffffffff…

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