Thursday, June 19, 2008

a real pisser

This morning I saw a young man piss himself in the street. He just stood there, stock still and locked to the spot, while a wet stain darkened the inseam of his ratty light blue jeans. Eventually it ran down over the back heel of one of his worn Chuck Taylors, splitting into a pair of tiny streams that snaked along the concrete.

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