Running through the park, when I feel the urge to take a leak. Damn. I hate that. And I'm not going to use the bushes like the damn hobos around here, as sections of the park already reek of rancid stale urine and I'm not going to add to that.
So I make my way around the park, and near the maintenance shed there's a public restroom that's open. Yay, Maintenance guys! I duck in and immediately hear the drug dealer in the shitter call out his challenge.
Dude. I can't even take a leak without having to dodge the druggies and their handlers.
I managed to hold it in until I got home, and then damn near blew the porcelain off the john with a fire-hose amount of pressure. I really cannot wait to get out of this city.
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