Don't ask me why I don't smile or talk these days.

I'm coming home.

I think.



I had a nasty fall today.

I fell face first.

I think.


A total blackout after which I realized that.

I had broken both my incisors.

Had to be rushed to the doctor.

Who shook his head and sent me to the dentist.

Who yanked out both my front teeth.

She had exceptionally strong forearms.

Her kids were inside the clinic hovering around the chair and peering curiously.

My driver told me that I looked like Dracula.

I hissed at him and said 'I weel dreenk your blaad'

He laughed and clapped his hands in glee.

I look hideous.

I took my extracted teeth in a plastic bag  to be kept as mementos.

I guess my new year's resolution of getting a girlfriend will not be unfulfilled this year.

But I'm coming home.

With a few missing teeth.

Now Don't ask me why I don't smile or talk these days.

This is why.