This was not supposed to be the original topic tonight, but Dave (who for all intents and purposes is the editor here) decided it was not a good idea to publish what I wanted to.
So instead you get my thoughts on why pissing in the outdoors is great.
Okay, so most of the time this happens when I've been out at a bar or party and had a few to drink. However, it has happened when I've been bone dry sober.
When that feeling of having to urinate becomes too powerful to wait until a bathroom comes around, sometimes out in the street is when you have to let it go.
And it's empowering...it's a feeling of pure freedom. It's the call of nature out in nature. It's not being confined to this space deemed the only place you can take a leak.
I've pissed in bushes, behind cars, cemeteries, you name it.
What?!?!? Cemeteries?!?!?!
Yes, I spent a night drinking in a cemetery once. But when I pissed I made sure I stayed away from the tombstones and not peed in the vicinity of the dead....though where they are actually buried I may have. Sorry dead people.
Hell, I got my revenge on a place that I once worked at. I peed all over the gate to the storefront. Even the padlock got a sprinkle, sorry whoever touched the lock to open it the next day...okay I'm not sorry.
But there are times when you forget exactly where you're peeing. On one of my birthdays, I thought I was peeing on an alley wall....nope I was peeing on the window of someone's house. I am sorry about that.
It's even great when their is a little chill in the air. When that warm piss hits the cold ground, sometimes you get a little of the vapor rising from the concrete.
There are times when this piss feels like the greatest piss you ever took in your life.
I swear try it out if you never have. It feels like you're alive.
And if anyone wants to hear the original topic...hit up the comments and push Dave to write it.
--My Name is Matt
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