Will O’Bryan: Tooth in Politics

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Just Out, my employer, for pulling some Pink Mafia strings and getting me right in.This was the grand finale of fuck-ups that pushed me to moving back to D.C.

All my instincts were yelling at me to shed this skin of my twenties and focus. Say goodbye to the crunchy, granola goodness of the Pacific Northwest and hello to the bureaucratic wonkiness of Washington.

So, that is what I did, landing back in D.C. in August of ’99 with a fancy new crown resting atop my severed tooth’s root.In January 2005, I learned that the root canal had an encore.Initially, I reckoned I might have a sinus infection that was putting pressure on a nebulous area around my upper lip.

The perpetual dull soreness was hardly abated by Tylenol or compresses.While I am remarkably prompt, I often have shitty timing, as in this unfolding drama.