Monday, February 09, 2009
There's a dude named Norm that I sort of know through a friend of a friend. Norm doesn't have any teeth and the day before his father's funeral, he left his dentures at a diner where he was weeping for his dad, left them in a napkin. Of course, the dentures got thrown away with all the other trash around the plate and Norm dug through the dumpster later that night. He never did find his teeth so he had to go to the funeral with no teeth in his head, as they say in Texas. And he still owed money on his teeth; he'd bought them on time and still had many months of paying for the lost ones with no hope of getting new ones made.
This is some sad shit, make no mistake. But it's not the end of the story. I learn that Norm has chronic back trouble for which he gets a monthly supply of oxycontin. Instead of taking them as prescribed, he saves them up and he and his wife take all of them over the course of a weekend where they hole up in their trailer, the kind of party where you don't invite anyone. So he stumbles about the rest of the month, back aching, no teeth, and well, he visits a "massage" parlor (you know the kind) where happy endings are the order of the day and he gets robbed leaving the place. This is my material for today. I ask you, dear reader, where would you begin and why?
Michelle's Spell of the Day
"What I believe does not matter. There either is a God or there is not. It has nothing to do with my faith, which is that there is a God and God really does love everybody, including people that don't believe there is a God. " Steve Earle
Drinking memoir suggestion: Moments of Clarity Christopher Kennedy Lawford
Benedictions and Maledictions
Happy Monday! Thanks for the kind comments about the video -- I'll be doing a Friday drink recipe every week for as long as I can think of drinks. Especially this Friday, Friday the 13th -- right before the wicked Valentine's Day!