A Tooth

There was this painter i knew who had a problem with alcohol. Besides, he was not sure about his sexuality, which would be annoying for people of both genders when he was drunk. Otherwise he was a nice fellow.

He liked traveling and once he even spent a month in an artist colony in Siberia. The colony was in the countryside, an alcohol and drug free zone. It was a perfect environment for creating art, but our painter was pissed. No alcohol for a month? Ridiculous!

The artists in the colony were invited to help the restoration of a local church. There were graves of monks around the church, as well, and their remains were moved to another location. As an act of retaliation for having to live without alcohol for a month, the painter took a tooth from one of the skulls as a souvenir. He even wore it on a strap around his neck. A nice big front tooth, i guess “up left one” would be the expression a dentist would use.

The evening he got back to his hometown, the painter went out. His friends wanted to hear the stories from a distant Eastern land. Needless to say, with all that booze calling his name, our painter got really drunk in a party. On the way home he stumbled down the stairs and hit the floor with his head. With his jaw, to be precise. An unpleasant surprise awaited as he got to the first mirror. His “up left one” tooth was missing. Ha!