I hold the extractor. I always hold the extractor.
I'm not a dentist, I just like to pull teeth. I hover around lower Jersey Steet, behind the screen of life, and watch. I watch for the ones who slip, who fall through the facade of normalacy, who find themselves in a dark place, where the path of clean living is lost and all that is left is dankness. And cold.
And me, holding my extractor.
9/27/00 on a nice day in Ives park