All Along The Watchtower

I was spitting out and rinsing like there was no tomorrow

I got my last filling today at the office of Dr. Marc Wallach DDS – the official dentist of The Summer of Benny.

That’s him with Phyllis, about to take a drill to my molar.

These guys are great. They follow the SOB. And they let me watch episodes of Seinfeld while I’m sitting in the chair.

Jerry: You find you need to use a lot of obscenities at the dentist?

Kramer: When they pull that needle out, I let the expletives fly.

My buddy Red is in town tonight, and we’re meeting for a few beers at the Trainwreck. I was telling Matt M about my teeth being sensitive to cold temperatures after a visit to the dentist.

“I’m not sure I’ll be able to drink beer,” I explained.

“I’m going on a hunch here, but I think you’ll make it happen,” he replied.

“You’re probably right.”

There must be some way out of here. Said the joker to the thief. There’s too much confusion here. I can’t get no relief.