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Hey, Okay, tomorrow is D Day (Again). Wisdom tooth removal here I come. This whole situation has just been really weird, because every time I get my hopes up about getting my fucking teeth out, I get denied. It's so harsh, man. I think Alli put it best, it's like I'm a little kid looking up waiting to get punched in the face. Here is a story that reflects what I've been through, and what will come. Immediately after storming into the trailer from a hard day at the steel mill, Dad walked into the house, infureated with the fact that yet again, his wife was spending the night in someone else's bed. The whore never seemed to be around when he needed to releive a day's worth of stress. He looked around the apartment, and saw Billy. Dad shouted, "Billy, I got somethin' for ya," as he waved his fist in the air. A gleeful child, Billy's childish ignorance didn't allow him to see the malcious grin on his father's face for much more than an endearing smile. Daddy must have been hiding something cool in his fist. Billy ran to the kitchen and searched through a rusted metal cabinet for a not so dusty Dixie cup to pour the last of his father's liquor into. He turned the cup upside down and shook what seemed to be the remains of a daddy long-legs out of it. The dead spider made a soft tap as it hit the faded yellow kitchen tiles, that might have been white once, before billy was born. Billy poured every last drop of whiskey into the dixie cup, and walked it carefully back to his father, not spilling a drop. "Here daddy," Billy said, not quite sure if he was looking forward the prommise his father had made earlier, but he believed he was prepared. "Ahhh. That's what I wanted, damnit!" He woke up, hours later. A throbbing pain traveled throughout the left side of his face. His father was a man of his word. love and adoration, pam
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