Yep, that’s me in that pic at the top of the page there. M.River told me that I should explain about the tooth (as you can see, it’s brown) and since I do everything that M.River tells me to do the explanation follows.

The photo above is a ‘before’ picture which I took to document the teeth-whitening and eventual replacement of the brown tooth with a glistening white veneer. Perhaps I’ll put the ‘after’ pic up in a bit.

But how did the tooth get brown in the first place you ask?

The short explanation is that I had a root canal performed on that tooth in my early twenties and with all my coffee-drinkin’ and smokin’ it became brown.

The long answer is much more interesting.

While in college, I was visiting my hometown of Elyria, Ohio on spring break. My brothers (Eric, the oldest, Mark, the middle child) and I went out drinkin’ at the local bars. We got a little bit drunk.

Anyway, we were at a bar called the Train Station (it was indeed right next to the train station) a female patron had a beef with my brother Eric’s wife (she wasn’t there though). The female patron was trying to get some guys to rough-up Eric but failed.

Things progressed and it finally became closing time and my brothers started jeering at the woman, making fun of her, and I joined in as well. My first mistake was not noticing that my brothers had walked out of the bar behind me and the second mistake was not seeing the guy leaning on the jukebox until after he had punched me in the mouth.

He knocked my tooth back; not out, but angled back. I went outside and showed my brothers. Mark pushed it back into place (the dentist would later compliment his effort) and then we tried to get back into the bar to beat-up the guy who had punched me. The bouncers, for some reason, wouldn’t let us back in so we angrily left the bar.

That’s not the end of the story really. But it’s the end of the story of the tooth. The damage to the bar, my later arrest, and other details I’ll save for a later post. permanent link to this post