Here I'm trying to blend in with the locals near the town of Ruch with Brad Gunnuscio. A little background: back in the day during the height of the Dot Com where the streets of San Francisco was paved with gold and all the brilliant Venture Capitalists were eagerly funding companies such as pets.com and webvan.com, I was partying like it was 1999. Actually, it was 1999-- December 31st to be precise. Predictably, I wasn't exactly sober, coherent or coordinated. The agent responsible for my dental handicap was a street curb.
The curb just suddenly and unpredictable appeared as I crossed the street. Yup, I curbed myself as I attempted the tricky technique of negotiated the street corners but lucky my front tooth took the weight of my body as I fell. After a root canal, eight years and several crowns later, the crown dislodged while I was eating a sandwich at the West Coast Paragliding Championships.
Lame story and I'm sticking to it. More details to follow if you catch me at the right time.
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