It needs a gold crown on the upper left front tooth, the one that the orthodontist said he could even up with the right one and ended up making it sharp, then a few years later I was making a coiled basket and had trouble pulling the needle through so I grabbed it with my teeth and it put a notch there.
Its sorta like the old scar on Ridge, though not quite that bad, but the joke is getting old.
Gramps used to tell me when I was little that people like me used to always exist in central Asia and that those of us who crowned a tooth or two got along better than those who didn't. It seemed a little strange to me at the time but now I feel like its missing.
Other Brother also wanted to remind me to do it as it would match Donny's ring and help us both fit in with his crowd a bit better.
