The Mad Dodd

A short treatise on a visit to the dentist.


I went to the dentist yesterday, but I don't know why. Supposedly, some of my fillings needed replacing. This sounds like a big, fat lie to me. I mean, whose advice am I going on? The dentist's, of course. It smells distinctly of a scam. But why would the dentist do this to me? The money? The fame? What? Well, let's boil the situation down to its simplest form. What did the dentist do? He bored several holes in my head. Once I realized this, it became obvious. The dentist was trying to let the demons out of my head. He knew they were there because he took x-rays of my head. I can only imagine the lude gestures they're making in that x-ray. It must have infuriated the dentist, so he hatched a plan to teach them a lesson. I miss those demons. I wonder where they are. Wherever it is, I bet they're cold and lonely.