No, never lost it. No real emotion to lose.
Lately I've become sick of the petty bullshit of people trying to cut you off at the knees to serve their noggin-headed egos.
Then the tooth thing. F-ing dentist...as if they don't make enough money, he's gotta fuck up my jaw.
Had surgery Tuesday. Surgeon cut off a piece of the damaged skin on the inside of my lower jaw for biopsy, then cut off a peice of the bone that was sticking out.
When he grabbed the other piece with a pair of pliers and started to pull, I kindly told him to stop because the other side was "STILL CONNECTED TO MY FACE!"
Jeez, how many years were these simpletons in school?
Now I have a hole in my jaw and next they'll want to pull a perfectly good molar.
Top of that, my old friend gets his head ripped off by a truck.
Man, I'm a cold hearted man of ice, but I don't remember it being this evil in the Persian Gulf, just a few bullets and rockets and shit.
And BigKarch, I do crap my pants sometimes, so I guess there really is something to look forward to.