The Catcher in the Rye

The Catcher in the Rye by J.D. Salinger
1972
Weight: 8 oz
Method of Disposal: Leaving somewhere in Lithonia, GA

 

A broken tooth is a very annoying thing to have.  I am a wuss.  I have been learning these two things over the course of a week.  When you have a broken tooth, you cannot stop licking it.  Even if it makes you bleed.    The day it happens, you will be so horrified that you will proclaim to your best friend, "You are never allowed to tell anyone about this!" and the next day 10 people will know about it and the list will continue to grow because you cannot stop complaining.  The day after it breaks it is possible that another piece will crumble off while you are standing with a complete stranger.  You will stare into space while they ask you questions you do not answer because you cannot hear them.  You remember a time in your youth, or the day before yesterday, when you never even considered that this would happen.  You will look on in awe as your coworkers regal you with horror stories about all the much needed dental work they have avoided for years.  You will go to the dentist who will tell you that you need a specialist and everyone in your life--your boss, your fiancée, your friends, your coworkers will respond with, "Wtf?  I thought a dentist WAS a specialist."  You will buy the at home plaster they sell at a local pharmacy on someone's recommendation and then be afraid to eat.  This is all still more exciting but not more annoying than The Catcher in the Rye.