WHERE IN THE WORLD?: All it takes is alcohol and a knee to destroy a smile

Rewind to May 12th, 2007 - 1AM....
After a night of drinking in some seedy basement bar in Philly to celebrate my birthday, Joe, Anthony, and Brit convinced me that heading to FDR Park to re-hash our old skating days was somehow a good idea.
As we got into the car, I see out of the corner of my eye, Joe running at me like a rhino on speed. Before I could react, he hit me some kind of WWF flying knee drop to the face.
I could here the SNAP and knew instantly that was the end of my front tooth.
We searched frantically for it, picking up small white stones and seeing if they fit into my mouth.
Eventually we gave up and just assumed I had probably swallowed it.
After some horrible dentist experiences the following day, which included an Elmer Fudd lookalike trying to stick gloveless hands in my mouth, I was on my way back to NY with a new tooth.

Flash forward to now......
The fakey was getting quite loose and I lived in constant fear that it would fall out at the most inopportune moment. I bit everything with the side of my mouth. Strayed from apples. No corn on the cob. I felt like part of my life had been stripped away from me.
So finally, the day came where it had to be fixed.
I knew that there was a tiny piece of tooth under the fakey that held it in place. I knew that it wasn't just suspended in mid-air. But when I got the fakey put in.... I never got a chance to see what it looked like. It was sorta like going to a funeral and not looking at the body at the viewing.
Welllll..... maybe its not like that at all.
BUT..... I did always have a morbid curiosity as to what the tiny piece looked like.

Finally....
I got the chance.
And to be honest.....
I wish I hadn't.
BUT.... since I did..... I am now making you too....

STEP ONE- Out comes the fakey