I was going to write about my dental procedure today, but aside from the smell, it was not all that bad. I even did it sans nitrous. This whole deal is gonna go into next year because my max insurance is around 1600 and I'm gonna meet that for sure. My dentist is confident that what remains can wait til January.
Instead of the dental stuff, I am posting something I received thru Gmail, from one D. Cobb. It was an attachment, I've extracted the text for you here. There was no subject and nothing in the body of the email.
To my eye it seems a bit incomplete, like some idea was there, and then just like that disappeared.
Let me tell you about Danny Cobb. You met him once. You might not remember. You were just five years old, at a road-side diner on the way to somewhere. You were sitting on the edge of the chair, boots knocking against the crossbar, well shy of the ground. Just you and your mom.
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