Teeth. Lots of teeth. Like 30-40 a day. Sometimes the teeth don’t turn out right. I turn those into jewelry. Sometimes I forget to take them out of my pockets at the laundromat and I have to explain to the lovely Vietnamese couple why there are teeth in their machines. Sometimes I give them to friends, sometimes to strangers. One time I even gave a tooth a pair of titties!

Nothing beats a piping hot bowl of pho and a fresh banh mi. The Vietnamese know what’s up with food

New band name. I call dibs