There's no pain what so ever.
Is that fucking novocaine you giving me?
'It will make you feel relaxed,' says Dr. Johh, who has crowned almost every whore in the neighborhood. His clinic is nestled between hostess bars and massage joints.
I'm winding up.
The one-hour drilling is just one ball of laughs. I'll even stop him from drilling and renegotiate the contract.
Because I'm not wasting my cash on whores, like I did in Bali the first night, I've got money to invest in my teeth.
Dr. John is really opening up.
A hot Philipino walks in to get a crown.
'She is from Las Vegas,' informs Dr. John. You could even see her boobies through her light cotton shirt.
'I think they were fake,' he says.
I want to be a dentist, and now.
Dr. John reassures me to be patient.
'You'll be the 'new' you soon,' he says. 'And you might even fool your enemies who won't know you because of your new teeth.'
There's hope yet.
This is as close as a physical identity change I'm going to get.
'Dye your hair blonde too,' says Dr. John, 'that way it will confuse your enemies.'
And enemies I have. It's hard being a nice guy, I tell Dr. John.
'And it's hard being a writer here in the Philipines,' he says. 'One bad story upsetting the wrong guy, and it's hasta manana in the afterlife,' he adds.
Is that fucking novocaine you giving me?
'It will make you feel relaxed,' says Dr. Johh, who has crowned almost every whore in the neighborhood. His clinic is nestled between hostess bars and massage joints.
I'm winding up.
The one-hour drilling is just one ball of laughs. I'll even stop him from drilling and renegotiate the contract.
Because I'm not wasting my cash on whores, like I did in Bali the first night, I've got money to invest in my teeth.
Dr. John is really opening up.
A hot Philipino walks in to get a crown.
'She is from Las Vegas,' informs Dr. John. You could even see her boobies through her light cotton shirt.
'I think they were fake,' he says.
I want to be a dentist, and now.
Dr. John reassures me to be patient.
'You'll be the 'new' you soon,' he says. 'And you might even fool your enemies who won't know you because of your new teeth.'
There's hope yet.
This is as close as a physical identity change I'm going to get.
'Dye your hair blonde too,' says Dr. John, 'that way it will confuse your enemies.'
And enemies I have. It's hard being a nice guy, I tell Dr. John.
'And it's hard being a writer here in the Philipines,' he says. 'One bad story upsetting the wrong guy, and it's hasta manana in the afterlife,' he adds.
