| Orange About a month ago, I busted out my front tooth during a bar brawl sometime after midnight and it wasn�t until the next day, over breakfast that I noticed it was gone. My eyelids were still heavy but the nerve endings jolted me as the orange found the empty space. I looked in the mirror and saw dried blood on my skin, on the skin of my cheeks, my chin, and back of my hand. Apparently a fist had knocked the tooth loose or maybe it was a glass full of the orange, fuzzy navel that I had been drinking that night. Whatever hit me had been heavy enough to do it and I was sure that I had gone over the edge. Somehow, over the span of the evening I had managed to skin my knuckles as well as create a heavy sensation in my limbs that ached almost as much as the empty tooth space that was now as void as the night sky itself. I think I�ll leave those orange drinks alone for awhile. Those orange ones will take you over the line of good judge- ment if you let them. It used to be every night I�d slam them down and turn the skin around my mouth and my front tooth to that crazy kinda heavy dark color of blood. That�s as heavy a color as any kinda orange drink can flush a persons face and it�ll cure any kind of tooth-ache you got. However, �one toke over the line,� is a bad life to lead. It changes your skin color for Christ�s sake, as well as your night life. Unless your nights are generally active to begin with. If you like a heavy trip and you don�t mind your skin changing like leaves in the autumn that turn orange like the drinks, and your not about to turn over any real living, and you don�t mind missing a tooth or two, then you may as well drink the orange drink and live the orange life over an over and go ahead and bust out a tooth or two. |