The Velveteen Rabbit.

The three false teeth that were implanted in my mouth in 2000 aren’t going to stay in forever. But they might stay in for a while if I brush, floss, and rinse.

In the autumn, after Cock star Games hazed me for six weeks straight, I hated myself and wanted to die. That’s when the pot became medicine again.

I have a strange psoriatic condition. Right now this consists of blotches on my torso, arms and legs that blossom into welts. It showed up suddenly one morning a couple months ago and hasn’t gone away. There is no cure, so what I’m doing is treating it with salt water and sunshine. And it’s kind of working. This thing shows up when things are about to go seriously sideways though.

B u r d e n - s u m . . .