Teeth. by Devlin De La Chapa

The movie star scribbled autographs, posed for pictures, shook hands with his counter elite, then

he went home and drank himself into a stupor. He despised his life. He loathed his wife. But he

loved his teeth. They were ultra white. Sleek. And perfect. His climb to stardom began in a “Close-

up” toothpaste commercial. His decline in stardom happened when he “air-jerked-off” while in a

rock band to a crowd of misspent youths who’s mama’s and papa’s tried to sue him for everything

he didn’t have. After a year of drinking and falling and getting back up, he stumbled into an agency

to beg the receptionist for a five to buy a forty but ended up signing a contract worth thousands

instead when the agent behind the receptionist jerked-off to the magnificence of his teeth. He was

now able to buy every forty in the liquor store around the corner.