March 22, 2005
Marathon Man
Catfish mentioned a dentist he had a problem with on Jones Street in Savannah in the 1960's. By damn, I think that was my guy. Not many dentists on Jones Street. This sadistic bastard filled every tooth in my head when I was a young whelp, and he never used Novocaine. Ever. I didn't know the shit existed until I was 18. Come to think of it, I'm not even sure those teeth had cavities.
Jones was one of the few streets in Savannah that still had cobblestones, and I can remember the fear, the knot in my gut, turning onto that street. That drilling hurt like a motherfucker.
I don't know what the hell my mother was thinking, but that cocksucker was a fucking butcher. I still go weak kneed going to the dentist, but I am armed with knowledge of drugs now. I insist on a Valium drip for a cleaning.
I forgot the bastards name, but it was between Bull and Abercorn. He was little and light grey hair, he sucks. It was not Dr Hester, I went to school with hesters son, Roby.
Posted by: Catfish at March 22, 2005 9:02 PMYep. Mint green building. Downstairs. That fascist fuck.
Posted by: Velociman at March 22, 2005 9:09 PMI had a dentist like that when I was a kid. On my 18th birthday, as a present to myself, I walked into the bastard's office while his receptionist was at lunch and beat the shit out of him. When I figured I was about even with him I told him if he called the cops I'd kill him when I got out on bail. He retired at the end of that week because he found out some of my buddies who had gone to him as kids heard about my "party."
Gerry
Posted by: Gerry at March 22, 2005 9:44 PMKim, I think his name was Kennedy?
Posted by: Catfish at March 22, 2005 10:20 PMCat, then you had your own Jones Street skinny assed butcher. Mine was Burke.
Posted by: Velociman at March 22, 2005 10:34 PMSame story, Joplin MO.
Found out later the Novocain was $6 a shot and my parents, the cheap fucks, were the culprits. Tell you what, though. I brushed the living shit out of my teeth after that.
Posted by: spongeworthy at March 23, 2005 11:59 AMAnyway, sounds like you just need to stay away from Jones St. I will NEVER forget the name of the first cocksucking butcher who did me. I think I'm going after his children.
Posted by: Sam at March 23, 2005 12:33 PMI, too, had an evil dentist, who drilled me with a gleam in his eye, without benefit of gas or a shot or even a bonk on the head. I was nine. He lived in our neighborhood, and played on my dad's tennis team - although dad never liked him much; the dentist affected a Rolls, which daddy said was in bad taste, considering his middle-class neighbors' crowns and bridges paid for the fucking thing.
Luckily, I had had good dentists both before and after, and knew that this was not the way a filling was supposed to feel. I demanded a shot. I was refused. I said it hurt. He said to stop being a baby and open wide. I tried to get up. He strapped me in. It sucked. Nightmarish.
After the procedure, I ran screaming like a banshee to my parents. My father threatened to smash the asshole's windshield in with a baseball bat when he found out I'd been denied novacaine. Either I've been lucky with dentists since, or my father's robust inclination to fisticuffs has filtered throughout the dental community.
I demand the Valium drip anyway, though, just for kicks.
Posted by: Queenie at March 23, 2005 1:40 PMDr. Burke.
Posted by: jack straw at March 23, 2005 7:34 PMHell, I've had to threaten dentists with bodily harm if they GAVE me Novacaine...
Posted by: Jay G at March 24, 2005 10:55 AMIs it safe?
Posted by: Dash at March 24, 2005 2:34 PMahhh novican dosent work right on me so like yeah.
Posted by: snowcoon at May 14, 2005 9:39 PM