I vividly remember
at 8 wondering why my mom was crying when she saw the
NERVE dangling out of my cracked in half tooth.
I had been told by my father's side of the family
all the cool actors in Hollywood have caps (which was
clearly the right thing to tell young Adam). I told my
mom this when I was dropped off (yes, this
happened during visitation with my dad - oh she
loved that), yet she continued to cry. I was
honestly excited to show people how horrifying it was
(things haven't changed much in nearly 30 years, have
they?) and was fascinated that I could send an
electric shock through my body by flicking the open
nerve with my tongue. Strange boy. My mother however
knew that it meant a lifetime of issues that I was
completely unaware of in 1984. She was very, very
right.
My tooth was
bonded and for the next 12 years it wasn't an issue.
Then one night on WTVN I started to get a tooth ache,
in fact the journal from that night (November
10th, 1996)
is online:
"My front
tooth really started to hurt tonight...but then
around 5:00 it started to be in some major pain. I
finally just told people on the air what was up and
played some songs. I got through the hour alright
but by 6:00 it was evident something was SERIOUSLY
wrong. Of course, of all the nights, Angela’s
husband forgot to pick her up (she screwed up her
shoulder and will be in a sling for 5 weeks - can't
drive), and I had to drive her the opposite
direction home. The pain was amazing. I couldn't
come close to sleeping and ended up having to have
an emergency root canal on a Sunday! Thank God this
didn’t happen the night before. Now I have the
whole week off to recover.
Amazing."
Just nuts. It was
one of the strangest, most intimate moments I've ever
had with a dentist. I actually held him by both of his
arms and screamed obscenities in his face while he
drilled that bastard for a few seconds, then relaxed
and laughed... then continued. It was fucked up man.
Might rank up there as one of the worst pains I've
ever experienced. No amount of novacane helped. And he
was totally cool with me screaming at him the whole
time. Heh.
Now I was supposed
to get that temporary replaced, but without insurance
- that just wasn't happening. I let it be with a
temporary for 3 1/2 years...
And as as
longtime Journey fans will remember - it
popped off. Taking us all the way back to
Entry #14. Hmm, I said it was 1985 not
1984 in that entry. Shit. Now I can't
remember. Getting old sucks. So yeah, it
popped off. And for 7 months that's what
I was stuck with. What a great way to
start off things in LA, huh?
Got another
temporary bond in August before my wedding in 2000
(that was supposed to just be for a few months) and
have incredibly had it ever since. The only issue was
that it was beginning to brown so it was time to
finally get a permanent crown. Good thing
I waited too, because now they make crowns
without metal in them, and this little fucker looks
identical to my other teeth. Nothing like the
crowns I've seen before.
And, well, now
after you read all that? Here's the entire thing in a
quick little video. LMAO:
LICK MY NUB
WOMAN! Hahahahaha. Why is that so funny to me?
Thankfully Talya is a good sport. Goddamn that thing
was nasty. Oh, and so you know that wasn't what my
tooth looked like - they actually SHAVED it down
to that nub so they could build the crown around it.
Freaking AWESOME.
So yeah, the story
is done now. And hopefully for the rest of my life.
Apparently these new crowns are super strong and won't
crack off like they did back in the day.
Good times. Fun
couple months for Journey stories, huh?
