So I broke a tooth the other day and I can't get in to see the dentist until next week. Luckily one of my clients, a less savory type, heard me bitching about my tooth and gave me most of a bottle of vicodin in exchange for a break on his attorney's fees.
Both of us came away from the deal pleased. Although between the weed, the whiskey, and the vicodin, I am one fucked up dude. I'm going to bed now to dream of the tooth fairy.
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