Henry
Rollins rolled his 5 foot 2 frame out of bed. He put his slippers on and
shuffled into the bathroom.
He took the cap off the meticulously rolled
tube of paste and squirted some on the wet bristles. He scrubbed in a circular
motion on each tooth. Then he scrubbed his tongue. He gagged, but he finished.
Looking in the mirror he ran his tongue over his front teeth and smiled his
money smile. Then he opened and closed
his mouth making that smacking sound. He thought, “I just hate the film that the
ball-gag leaves on my tongue.”