When I was a kid I did a lot of stupid shit. Shit that could've killed me or at least caused some serious permanent dangerous, but so is the case for most young boys. My brother and I use to play a particularly stupid game called "tackle" and it was just as simple as that. We would get on the opposite ends of the living room and smash into each other as much hard as our 70 pound frames could muster.
It was a little after twilight and my mom was on an international call in the other room and we were playing our stupid game. I had a replica Forty-Niners helmet on that I had received as Christmas present and a cushion from the sofa. The label warning on the helmet lable "Not to be used in actual play" was properly ignored. My brother asked me if I was ready and I shouted back in the affirmative. He came charging down, long story short the facemask snaps and breaks one of my bottom, front teeth. My mom was not happy.
Fast forward 15 years. As I was pig-dogging down on some tasty treats after a day of college classes, I bite down on the fork and the crown pops out, splintering flecks of enamel. It was like having sand in my mouth. After the initial distress passed, it wasn't really all that bad. I liked people talking to me like I was just an average idiot, with my shit eating grin, it was kind of refreshing. I ended up not getting it fixed for nearly 4 months, but only because an ex girlfriend got her way and made me go to the dentist.
My ex girlfriend at the time would have these horrendous nightmares. She would recall to me these horrible dreams after she woke up in cold, sweat tremors. One of the most frequent nightmares occurs with her in a dark room with an opened doorway at the other end. There is a clock on the wall with the time reading 4:44. She walks across the room and into the doorway leading to the bathroom. In the bathroom hangs a mirror above a sink. She'll walk up to the mirror and watch as her teeth crumble and fall out of her mouth tinkling into the sink. This is when she usually wakes up right around 4:44am.
So I went in and got my tooth fixed and things went alright for about a month. Then the mother fucker breaks off again. I go in a second time, a third time. I started getting the same goddamn dreams as my ex gf, but actually ended up having my teeth fall out. The 4:44 bullshit didn't help either, I see it all the time, up to this day. I went in a fourth time and got a root canal and an entire fake tooth, things have been running smooth for about 3 years now.
The other day at one of the water polo matches one of the my players got his front tooth knocked out. He was holding his mouth, spitting tooth and blood everywhere once we were able to get him out of the water. He's out for the season. We're still winless, but on the flipside we get the entire team back for second half of the season.
Besides that life has been mild, dull almost. I've been going out quite frequently and surrounded myself with a lot of friends and people, but my eyes will always dart to the door, looking for an excuse to leave, to get out. But life's just like that sometimes.
On a tangent:
I have always loved short vignettes in band's/musicians albums. They're usually short skits, intros, or vignettes, brilliantly placed within the albums play list. Here are some good ones:
dmx (mickey, it's dark and hell is hot album)
