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nice hands for a dentist

 my dentist is not normal.   not normal in the sense that he has nice brown eyes and laughs at my jokes. 

he is also open to prescribing ativan which I need to get through any moment involving needles.  otherwise I pass out.

what creates a dentist?  at what point in dr. nice hands life did he say to himself, "dentistry is for me?"  and "What I'd like to do, more than anything, is poke around in people's mouths while they try to figure out where to put their tongues and how to get the saliva into the small white sucking tube"?  Ben thinks they do it for the days off.  I think they do it for easy access to drugs. 

dr. nice hands is some sort of hypnotist.  one session with him and I found myself agreeing to more procedures - all of them expensive, painful and involving needles.  Ben thinks I'm doing it for the easy access to drugs.  I think dr. nice hands laughed at my jokes and really cares about the health and well-being of my teeth.

tonight:  a free party with a marching jazz band followed by Storm Large and her Balls.  I believe Ms. Large is really a man.  I do know that she does Billy Idol impersonations and that I'm going to dance and forget for one night that I have this job and that on Monday I'm getting a cap on tooth number 9.

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