I have to go to the dentist tonight to get a tiny cavity between my lower left bicuspids drilled.
I hate being an adult for this reason. Before, my parents had to drag me crying and wailing to the dentist. I was forced to go.
Now, as a grown-up, nobody but me is obliging me to actually show up for this torture. I am the only person responsible for putting my ass into the reclining chair and worst of all, I am paying for the privilege of having a needle stuck into my tiny, tender mouth. Goddammit.
Maybe I’ll ask Dr. Freedman to lay some crazy crunk grillz on me while I’m there.
Diamond, maybe. Gangsta-style, what up?
