Trip Debtist

A day of dental romance. Partially written on benzos. Mostly actually happened.

Snowing. Too warm to accumulate. 

I said to the Uber driver, “you can take your time, we’re going to the dentist.”

As I got out, the Uber driver, Melissa, said “sorry and good luck.”

This is my fourth visit in 7 months.

I walked in expecting to see cute Jamie.

I said to not cute Jaime, “Where’s Jamie?”

“She’s not here anymore.” 

“I only came to see Jamie.”

The women laughed. It wasn't a joke.

“I’ll be sure to tell her that.”

“Yes please do.”

It smells like the devil.

I pull my shirt over my nose and do some shit on my phone.

I'm ushered through a door. I stand by the dental chair. I do not sit. 

I take in the space.

Where’s the nerd. He’s late to drill my teeth.

The assistant attempts small talk. 

She’s masked and still pretty. A nice voice is half the allure.

“Did you do anything fun today?”  

“I took a bunch of Ativan.”

She laughs. I can almost see her smile.

I ask her “What’s your name again?”

“Tasja like tay-jah”

A white girl with a black name?

“Is that Russian?”

“Yeah it comes from Fantasia.”

“Fantasia wi…