Yeah, those are what you think they are. That’s a whole collection of wooden tokens from the orthodontist. Baby.
It takes a man of a certain maturity to save this many without spending them on some trifle. Let’s face it, I’m a special man. Good luck meeting an adult man with this many tokens redeemable at the local orthodontist’s office.
It’s not an easy lifestyle. Always wondering if friends, lovers, even family are nice only because of what you HAVE instead of who you ARE. You know? Lots of goldiggers out there. Woodiggers? Whatever.
The point? I just want you to know that I know. I know that you all only hang with me because I’m rolling this deep. It’s cool. I knew when I started down this road that it wouldn’t all be using weird flossing devices and an endless stream of true friends. Some of it would be dark.