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What's the deal with pirate teeth?  It's kind of a weird thing to call your blog.

You wouldn't think it was so weird if you knew the truth.  The truth is that when I was a young, irresponsibly spontaneous and thoughtless child I threatened my older brother with a 2x4 and he accidentally kicked it into my mouth and broke my front tooth.
It died.  And turned black.
And a root canal and multiple cosmetic surgeries later, it still refuses to turn the same color as my other teeth.
Instead of crying about it, I named it.
My black tooth's name is Pirate.
We are close.
Sometimes I tell him my dreams.
But only when Tyler isn't around to talk to.
Once, I tore open the plastic on an Otter Pop at the end of my shift at my evening job.  The whole cap covering my dead tooth came off.
You might not know that they shave the tooth underneath to fit under the cap.  Into a V-shape.  Like a vampire zombie might have.
I had to teach a classroom full of high-schoolers the next morning with that vampire zombie tooth before there was an available dentist appointment.
The lesson was on humility.