I was an 18 year old runaway from Chicago. Chicago wasn’t big enough for me. I had vision. Now at 18, I’m on the upper west side of New York City at approximately 86th by Broadway. I walked into my apartment complex when I heard screaming. My friend, Carol Kane was screaming bloody murder. I found her screams and walked into the bathroom. The male loser-bastard had Carol over the clawed bathtub kicking her brutally in her ass. I stepped in to help. The loser-bastard flew my head into the wall. My perfectly straight teeth from births’ front tooth was now chipped, you two-lousy-bastard-bitches. Demon-possessed, Carol one day came up pushing in on me in an entryway. Why ? No reason. She was a heroin addict. Not me. I didn’t do drugs. We had an apartment across from Carnegie Hall on the 4th floor and then in Harlem. I thought she was my friend. She wasn’t.
Carol Kane was 5’5″ with fair skin, ice blue eyes and black hair, beautiful; read books nonstop. She was a runaway at age 14 from New Jersey. We had an apartment in Harlem together too. After she attacked me, I flew back to Chicago to my parent’s home. Wasn’t much better there.
I met up with Carol Kane in New Jersey a few years later after she married and had children, living in an awesome home her husband, who owned secretarial schools bought them. She disrespected and treated her husband, Michael, in front of me, so humiliating to any human soul, like he wasn’t even there. I flew back to Chicago, thank you Lord. Carol Kane is demon-possessed. Some men go for that stuff.
I had my front tooth capped immediately after it was knocked out. Teeth are important. Where I come from bad teeth are a sign of a lot of bad stuff. Anyway, 40 or more years later, I’m eating taffy and the cap of my front tooth falls off.
Lord have mercy. I go to a lousy dentist in Arizona. The lousy dentist drills the actual tooth where the cap has to be attached to, so small, nothing can attach to it. No porcelain cap can be attached. I make them return the funds to my insurance company. They do. Is the statute of limitations over for me to file a lawsuit after this lousy dentist ?
Now, a thousand years later, I have to have my teeth pulled, you lousy dentists. It’s okay Lord. I’m adaptable. I’ll get through it.