Capped
Posted on | April 12, 2009 | No Comments
I broke my front tooth when I was a kid. It was capped with something that reminded me of a corner of chicklet gum. Granted, this dental work was performed in the 80′s. They didn’t have all those fancy polymers and natural tooth (see: stained from years of coffee, cigarettes, and poor brushing) coloring. I lasted for about 10 years.
I lost the cap on my tooth when I was 19. After an afternoon of excessive pot smoking, I did what all stoners did in the 90′s – I went to 7-11 for a Slurpie. Now, I have a deep-seeded weakness for mint candies. Mint chocolate chip ice cream is my favorite, and I loved Christmas just as much for the candy canes as I did for the presents. But I am a connoisseur of mint, and when I bit into an inferior starmint at that 7-11, I spit it out immediatly. It felt sticky in my mouth, too sticky.
It took a few moments for my bong-hazed brain to realize that I’d lost part of my front tooth. Back then, I was very fond of overalls and wearing braids. I had moved from NC to Miami a year earlier, and worked very hard to lose my Southern accent. With my overalls, braids and broken front tooth, I felt like some hillbilly reject.
I didn’t smile or laugh without my hand in front of my mouth for weeks.
Fast forward to this week, and I found out that I have a cavity in that broken tooth. So I got the cavity fixed and now my smile is whole. It feels strange to have a tooth there now, but it looks good.
Comments
Leave a Reply








