: About Me

I can picture it now: an H.A. meeting in a rented football stadium. What is H.A. you ask? Why, Halitosis Anonymous! What else could it be? But I digress. Out of the thirty-five chairs scattered over a forty yard span, nine are occupied. No two people sit within six yards of one another. Most have just arrived fresh from an all-you-can-eat pasta bar; none carry gum or mints of any kind. Each truly believes he has no need for either. (By the way, I didn't forget about women. Get real, they either don't have this problem or won't admit they do, not even to themselves.) The leader of the group...