Jacken’s Blog

When the dentist finished drilling my tooth, it looked like a house in Berlin in 1945. My dentist had a mirror mounted in the lamp so I could follow the whole procedure, something I’ve never seen before. She had to drill all the way down to the root of the tooth. Not too comfy. This is just a temporary filling, trying to heal the tooth enough so I don’t have to do a root canal. Or two, because the tooth on the other side is just as bad. But is this experience enough to get me to stop drinking Coke? No f… way! You’ll have to pry my Coke bottle out of my dying hand.

In my life, I had to much dealing with dentists. I used to have braces when I was fourteen, but to get all the teeth to fit in my mouth, they had to remove four healthy teeth. The school dentist managed to tear one of them in half. So I had to go to a specialist where they screwed in a hook to be able to pull the tooth. And naturally the dentist payed cab fare because she fucked up? No way, I had to take the bus. Talk about being anesthetized to the eyebrows. Four injections and cotton balls in my mouth, bleeding profusely. I decided then and there that I would never go to the dentist again. And I haven’t been there too often, and now I’m paying the price. So there’s a lesson for you kids.

And oh yeah, don’t do drugs…