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After the tour, we went to a dinner hosted by Zak, who runs the mental health counseling centers. We pulled up to his house and walked in...
Zak and his wife had prepared a beasty feast. There was a bowl of shrimp scampi the size of a wheelbarrow. There was enough salad to feed a colony of rabbits. And a tremendous tray of grilled steaks.
I had to be careful of what I ate. Not for dietary reasons!
No. I had a tooth pulled the day before.
It had been killing me, so I went to the dentist right down the street from Slim's Shady Trailer Park. Dr. Yankenpull!
He looked into my pie hole and then blasted one of my back chompers with cold air. It hurt so bad I almost kicked my feet through the wall.
That's the one, Dr. Yankenpull!
He numbed me, pulled the tooth, and stitched me up. He gave me some hydrocodone for pain, but I rarely take pills like that.
So I went to the local high school and sold them.
JFK. Just Effing Kidding!
At dinner that night, my mouth was still aching from the yanking and pulling. But I didn't take any pain pills. I didn't want to nod off face first in the scampi!
So I chopped up everything into really small bites--the size you'd feed to a two-year old--and chewed very slowly. And carefully! It took me a while to finish dinner, but everything was delizioso.
The next morning, I walked behind the hotel. There was a river 50 yards away. The Snake River. It was wide and swift, Slim People.
I decided to take a jog along the riverbank. It wasn't really a jog. More like a fast walk. The same pace you'd go if you just robbed a convenience store.
The further I went the faster the river flowed. It eventually emptied into the falls. Idaho Falls. It was kinda scary. And loud!
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