the 1/2 [toothed] wonder of the world.
So I've died and gone to hell Los Angeles for two weeks.
What's the first thing that happened when I got to L.A.?
I got hungry.
So I ate a piece of pizza;
Dominos, more specifically.
So I ate this piece of pizza---
Munch Munch Munch.
[ sound familiar?].
Then, I chewed on something particuarly crunchy.
I figured it was nothing more than a piece of over-cooked crust. Nope;
it was my tooth.
I was talking to some people of mine,
one of them says to me, "What happened to your tooth?"
My jaw dropped, because my tooth dropped [off].
I had had my tooth re-done the day before---
the day before---
it broke off with the first [close to solid] thing I had eaten.
The next day, I called 1800-dentist;
they referred me to a korean chick---
whose first available appointment was the next day.
So I spent a day in L.A. with half a front tooth.
The day after that, I went to the dentist---
her name was Dr. Lee---
more specifically---Korean Dr. Lee.
She asked me if I was here to be a movie star;
I told her, "No, I'm still in hiigh school."
She said "I can't believe you're still in high school!"
I nodded. We found out we'd both gone to catholic school.
She told me I should be an actor;
she also told me that if people saw me with half a front tooth,
they'd thought I'd be trying to make a fashion statement.
She's korean; more specifically, stupid.
She then fixed my tooth, and told me I need braces.
Later, I got Korean food.
The point/moral of the story is, I like korean food, just not the people who make it.