Saturday, February 04, 2006
Which Tooth Is His Favorite?
From the outside looking in on this situation it may seem that even the person unfortunate enough to have these teeth would be revolted by them as well. But in reality people can become accustomed to almost anything if it occurs in gradual degrees of change. It's not so different from the man with the Bot Fly infestation on his face that turned his neck and cheeks into a swiss cheese-like series of hatcheries for magggots and worms. You know that guy didn't wake up one day with a wriggling mass in his beard, it started with one innocent fly laying its eggs in an equally innocent open sore. A little time and a little ignorance of sanitary procedures leads to a wierd hive face. Couldn't be more simple. The teeth here are like that. First a little plaque build-up, then some gingivitis, a little tooth decay, a minor abscess, then BOOM, only six teeth left. But amongst all of that, this guy maintained one tooth above all others, that one skinny solitary tooth on the left side of his mouth stands tall and dignified in a sea of misery. He babied that tooth, refusing to let it succumb to the horrors that surrounded it. It was his favorite and he loved it as something precious and sacred. That's the tooth you must kiss if you want to worm your way into his heart. That tooth is the gatekeeper to the passions of this lonely man of great misfortune. Kiss the tooth. Kiss it and see if you've found your special someone.