It's so strange making dentist appoints six months in advance. Anything could happen. You could move. You could lose all your teeth in a car accident. You could stop believing in The Man's fixation with unrotted teeth and begin to cultivate cavities intentionally, chewing hard candies and ice cubes to chip your enamel, wads of toffee to pull out the old fillings, rinse your gums in sugar water and all those pictures of kittens befriending other animals.