Today I went to see my dentist, Dr. Ruiz.
The hygenist asked if I wanted nitrous.
I’d never had nitrous before.
Copious amounts of rum consumed out of a coffee mug in a Nassau, Bahamas bungalow? Absolutely.
A marijuana cigarette rolled in the onion-skin-thin paper of the New Testament? You betcha.
But nitrous? No.
She told me it would relax me, like having a glass of wine.
It was not at all like having a glass of wine. It was like having a bottle of wine. Without even bothering with a glass.
I told Dr. Ruiz, who happens to be of Hispanic descent, that he looks like a Mexican Elvis.
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