had an issue with me calling my mom ‘my nigga’ while we were lighting off fireworks in my backyard, which was a floating cliff overlooking the NYC skyline.
I knew these kids were trying to trap me in their treehouse for an intervention, so to avoid them I took another route. They were pissed but still cornered me in the theatre. While they whined about their issues with me, my tooth became loose and I snapped it out. I was in shock, and then one of these punks kicked it underneath the sofa. I was on my hands and knees searching under the sofa, and when I finally found it it resembled a chlorine tablet with a tinge of green around the edges. My brother informed me that I looked terrible.
I took the tooth and placed it in some orange juice in the grocery aisle when the same shitty kid who kicked my tooth came over and started talking shit about me not having a girlfriend. So I slapped the shit out of him, and he took it like a champ. Then the dude’s dad came over and said “I’m furious with you for slapping my son,” so I said “Slap me, bitch.” Then he said: “I’d rather punch you,” so I said, “Go for it dude,” and presented my face, but he walked away.
Then I was on the airship leaving the cliff, sailing past the NYC skyline with my tooth in the orange juice container and my dad said I looked better without it.