on dentists, david foster wallace, and death
When I lived in St. Louis, my dentist, a balding, middle-aged man with a love for Woody Allen films, had a pair of video goggles, headphones, and a movie library…
When I lived in St. Louis, my dentist, a balding, middle-aged man with a love for Woody Allen films, had a pair of video goggles, headphones, and a movie library…