NEW YORK NEW YORK – Finally, at 7:30 AM I see the dentist. The problem tooth has a rap sheet. Root canal in 1988. Oral surgery to fix the roots again, this time through my gum, in 1992. Internally it has broken into many fragments and has become infected. It’s supposed not to have a nerve but it does. It takes an hour and 20 minutes for Dr. Heilbut to dig all the fragments out. He’s a patient man. I’m a mess. I go home to sleep. Shot a pepper mill with my iPhone.
On this day last year: Francesca.