Dr. Teeth's Average White Man

So I recently have discovered some alarming statistics regarding the horrific homicide rates in Chicago.  Now before I go any further I want you to know that I marched with Dr. King and saw Malcolm X when it came out and I never had a bad thing to say about Oprah, but the statistics show that in the city of Chicago each year 75% of the homicides are committed by African Americans and 76% of African American's are the victims of these crimes.  That's an alarming rate and the numbers speak for themselves.

Now before you go writing me off as a racist, ignorant asshole I want you to realize one thing.....

I DID NOT MAKE THOSE STATISTICS UP FUCKERS!!!

In an attempt to figure out why African Americans kill each other in record numbers I decided to rent John Singleton's 1991 film, BOYZ IN THE HOOD.  I watched this movie several times until I realized the answer lied within Furious Style's speech.

"Well, how you think the crack rock gets into the country? We don’t own any planes. We don’t own no ships. We are not the people who are flyin’ and floatin’ that shit in here. I know every time you turn on the TV that’s what you see, black people, selling the rock, pushing the rock, pushing the rock, yea, I know. But that wasn’t a problem as long as it was here, wasn’t a problem until it was in Iowa and it showed up on Wall Street where there are hardly any black people. Now if you want to talk about uh, guns, why is that there is a gun shop on almost every corner in this community? … Tell you why, for the same reason that there’s a liquor store on almost every corner in the black community. Why? They want us to kill ourselves. You go out to Beverly Hills, you don’t see that shit. But they want us to kill ourselves. Yea, the best way you can destroy a people, you take away their ability to reproduce themselves. Who is it that dyin’ out here on these streets every night? Y’all. Young brothers like yourselves. … You doin’ exactly what they want you to do. You have to think young brother, about your future, huh?"

Well I for one was moved by his speech, but I don't think the White Man wants African American's to off themselves.  I think they want to off themselves.  But I cannot tell you why.  Labeling them as ignorant or animals or criminals is just a short cut to real thought.  

They have higher drop out rates, unemployment rates, incarceration rates, etc..

They are less likely to receive a loan.  They are less likely to own a home.  They are less likely to watch the Brady Bunch (just making sure your paying attention)

But after all is said and done, why are the African American male population under that age of 30 killing each other off in Chicago, Los Angeles and New York in such horrific numbers?

Gangs!  Drugs and money have completely corrupted the black youth and with generations teaching other generations that there is no alternative, the cycle repeats itself over and over. 

And in an age where guns and money seem to equal power, what else would you expect. 

Even the rich and successful African American rappers and actors can't seem to avoid the shootings (Biggie and Tupac) or the fights, (Drake and Chris Brown) and these events occur all the time.

You'd think once they were famous and could get out of the Hood, they would.  But you can take a man out of the Hood, but you can't necessarily take the Hood out of the man.

And that's another part of the problem. 

In the end I will quote a zombie film, "You must stop the killing to win the war."

At least stop listening to the movies, songs, and media. 

Dr. Teeth: A Muppet Amongst Men

What a restless night for Dr. Teeth.  I spent part of my day on the phone with Stella Blue trying to get that train of love back on some sort of forward track, but my own mental disqualifications made my play very difficult.  Imagine Billy Crystal trying to convey to Meg Ryan his love right after a lobotomy and that's how it felt. I felt like the town drunkard in an old black and white film.

The entire day was like a slow motion nightmare to which I couldn't awake.  My own mind was finally turning against me.  Moments of mental emptiness coupled with moments of dry heaving made for a fine Saturday.

There were upshots like receiving the photo's from Lex.  She is such a beautiful and amazing person.  She is the Smurfette in a kingdom of Smurfs.  She stands alone.  But even Lex and a pair of jumper cables couldn't get Dr. Teeth's brain working again.

Depression, uncertainty and loneliness make for strange bedfellows.  I feel like my mind is actually turning to melted butter, but this was no errant LSD trip, no not this time.  This is life how I know it.

And after a few hours of work, where I managed to come alive.  It was back home in the safe sanctity of my "hospital bed".  Where I lie, where I hide, where I moan, and where I'll probably die.

Late night gives itself over to sleep.  What a relief to sleep.  The only way to escape being awake.  But then those dreams begin.  The Using Dreams.

Using Dreams are common amongst addicts.  In these dreams we are using the drugs we shouldn't be in the waking world, and sometimes these dreams of using are great but sometimes they are nightmarish. In the beginning the dream would start the second after I took that first hit.  Now they mainly involve me purchasing  or being involved somewhere in the drug world.  But at some point no matter the style of the Using Dream, I will get high.  And within the dream I will realize that I have relapsed.

Usually these dreams will end in my waking up nervous as a man on a tightrope, only to realize that it was a dream and that I haven't lost my sobriety. It was only a ill-mannered dream meant to make me worry.

The part of the dream I like is waking up realizing I hadn't used though.  Its always a relief.

Dr. Teeth needs to find a hobby.  But more importantly he needs to have the mental capacity and ability to actually get out of bed and do it.  So far he's struck out........

The Gorgeous Lexi Schafer

Dr. Teeth has many celebrity friends and he has dated more than a few models.  But.......

I'm proud to call this woman my friend.  She is a model, but more importantly she dedicates her life to the care and rescue of needy animals.  These are photo's I took of her back in 2003 when I was interviewing her for a modeling magazine.  Who knew that 7 years later we'd actually become friends.

      
 She has a heart bigger than most!!! 

Another Fathers Day

Dr. Teeth doesn't lie.  He wears his heart on his sleeve.  He is honest to a fault and he'd like to tell you something.

I haven't spoken to my father in 21 years and at this point I have no idea where he is.  I haven't a clue whether he is alive or dead, or whether he is in the CIA or working the midnight shift at a local 7-11.

Now my stepfather raised me for the most part and I haven't seen nor spoken to him in 16 years.

You may ask, "Dr. Teeth you handsome bastard, why don't you speak to your fathers?" Well I can tell you that its more their fault then mine.  They have turned their backs on my.

Its wonderous to be denied by your own flesh and blood, but how many of us get to be denied by more than one father?  I struck gold twice.

And to boot I haven't spoken to my brother in 13 years, because he would rather let us wonder if he's alive or dead.  He wants nothing to do with the family.

So lets take score here......

Real Dad........GONE
Step Dad........GONE
Brother..........GONE/MISSING

MOTHER.......ALWAYS HERE!!!!!!!

So I may have gotten stuck with shitty male role models who abandoned me, but at least my mother has never given up on me.  And as a constantly depressed adult with emotional issues, my mother sticking by me makes her a saint.

St. Mom

Thank you Mom!!!

The Stolen Identity Fiasco

So Dr. Teeth was contacted by the IRS the other day.  Seems that someone has stolen my identity but thankfully not my act.  Bastards!!! 

The good news is my identity itself is a stolen one, so they actually stole someone else's identity.  The jokes on them, even if its not a very funny, Jackie Mason sort of joke.

But now I have to go out there and steal another identity.  Maybe I have to become a smurf rather than a muppet.

Fucking Smurfs.

Smurfette looks rather sexy!!!

Suicide Sexy Wednesday

Yes Please! I'd love some Ice Cream.


Love the bracelett.

A kiss is just a kiss.

The Song About the Woman

"Stella Blue"

All the years combine, they melt into a dream,
A broken angel sings from a guitar.
In the end there's just a song comes cryin' up the night
Thru all the broken dreams and vanished years.
Stella blue. Stella blue.

When all the cards are down, there's nothing left to see,
There's just the pavement left and broken dreams.

In the end there's still that song comes cryin' like the wind.
Down every lonely street that's ever been
Stella blue. Stella blue.

I've stayed in every blue-light cheap hotel, can't win for trying.
Dust off those rusty strings just one more time,
Gonna make them shine, shine

It all rolls into one and nothing comes for free,
There's nothing you can hold, for very long.
And when you hear that song come crying like the wind,
It seems like all this life was just a dream.
Stella blue. Stella blue.