Old Wives Tale: Chewing RottingFlesh
Anyone who knows me knows that there is never a moment when I am not chewing gum. I have never done a band gig, solo gig, taught any lesson, played any sport or anything else without a piece of gum being chomped between my molars. It is honestly even to the point where I chew it as I sleep. I have never lost a piece in my sleep either by swallowing or by having it fall out of my mouth where it would surely become so wrapped I my hair that I would be forced to shave my head. Gum is my comfort blanket. Now, surely you’re asking what this little bit of superfluous information has to do with horror…I’ll tell you. I have been spending time looking at old wives tales (check out the one about the creature Pinky Pinky). There is a tale in Turkey that deals directly with my semi-addiction to having gum in my mouth. Apparently,
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