Threes

In one of my psychology classes we were doing a “get to know you” ice breaker and we had to say our name and quirky detail about ourselves. People shared food allergies, near death experiences, etc…. so I shared that I was really, really accident prone. It started when I was like 12 (or at least that’s when I realized it) and it never went away. I’m pretty sure these things happen in threes, the first of this bout being my foot “injury” while walking with a dead leg; the second being shutting my finger in the bathroom door some days after moving in at school; and what I thought was the third (my onyx finger freaking out) was not actually the third at all. The third happened tonight when something I ate at Lonestar got stuck in my teeth. Then somewhere between Lonestar and Marshall’s house made its way into my gum. Yes, inside my gum. I brushed and brushed but to no avail, so Marshall used his creative skills and helped a sister out.
Pictured above:
Marshall’s hands, vibrating tooth brush, disassembled ink pen, toothpick, thumbtack and a paper towel.
45 minutes later…the black speck was gone. And, that would be the third.
Threes, I tell you. Threes.
Theres is no way to retell this experience, you’ll just have to wait for the feature film.
You know, after I write my book and then someone make’s a movie about it. Maybe Jennifer Aniston will still look 24 and she’ll want to play me…

Happy MLK weekend. Peace, yo.

One Comment Add yours

  1. please tell me there were antibiotics involved

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