The trashcan obsessional

it was a pretty typical saturday.  mez and i were considering the possiblities of gettin a righteous load of boo from our boy pete.  about seven heads roll over to my place and the deal goes down.  we light, exhale, and throw on some neil young.  next thing i know i find josh face down in the tub with about two inches of water surrounding him.  it took the breath out of me.  i could barely muster the strength to grab his hair and pull him out of the drain.  his face was stuck.  jim came in and helped me pry him out of the drain.  his face had become elongated and comepletely fucked.  he was a bloody mess.  all i could bring myself to do was kiss his bloody snout.

next thing i know im at a zoo in kuwait.  don’t know how i got there and i really didn’t care.

 it was kind of smack dab in the middle of some war zone.

i get this odd feeling in the right side of my inner cheek.  it was either fluid or another type of mass building up at a rapid pace.

what the shit is it?  I start to dig at it with my fingers.  i am able to pry out a good hung of inner cheek.

i keep pulling and i start to dislodge part of my gum.  i run to the bathroom to see what it looks like.

my TEETH are coming out of the jaw line that apparently was being held together by those ”T” pins you stick into maps.

i finally yank out the whole piece.  it looks like a piece of chicken that’s been cooked for thirty seconds.

i bite down to push my teeth back into my jaw.

i ate nothing the night before i swear.