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With an Envelope from my estranged father of forty-four years lying next to plastic bag of cables & powerchords

Today the teeth aren't too bad. I have the teeth of a shark. They aren't connected to the jawbone. They float in the gums and bump against the bone decay. I tried once to bite a girlfriend on the back pocket of her jeans. Holy mama! that was my first experience in the extreme dental hell-pain I would find myself thrust into throughout my adult life.

The genetics were just all wrong. My mom has the same bone loss and gum disease patterns i see in myself. My dad,... pshww! if he had any sort of medical condition he wouldn't tell me about it. He almost missed out on even saying 'Hello.' to me on this planet.

He wanted my mom to have an abortion while she was pregnant with me. That makes you feel sorta special once you know what it means.

I have to wake up early to take my mom to her doctor appointment. Buenos suenos!
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