FROM THE CONFESSIONS
OF A. / TEETH_MONOLOGUE

I knew of course. I knew everything about his hotel nights. His drinking and brawling. But why not. He was straight about it. Said that he needed the exictement. That he loved me even more after a long night at the Club.

I didn´t care. If he acted as a fool. If he spent a lot of money. He was like that. He showed off. Bragged and let everyone know when he had made a good deal.

His missing teeth was something else. He was in a real mess after that. Anxiety attacks. Nightmares. I think the blackout really scared him. More than he admitted.

I mean, he didn´t leave the caravan for a whole week. He even slept there when we moved along to the next market. He became a closed curtains man. Someone else. It´s like he was grateful for the punishment. As if he thought the Gods had put a spell on him. Take a man´s teeth away and you take away his pride.

I must admit that I liked it. In a funny way. I took care of him. He placed himself in my care and I let him do it. Then he got his shiny new teeth put in and everything changed...