Not that I'm determined to make a post eschatological but I need to share this thought: What is pooping hock up.
I grab his head just thinking about that situation. Fortunately
many years that does not happen, but I keep in my mind the feeling when you do you're a kid and shit. First of all, is undisguised. You away almost every way ... tactile, visual and olfactory. Or so it feels at that time. Can not tell, eh, but one grabs the paranoia, the sweat on his neck. It's like trying to move a joint in an airport. You are about to go through the scanner and say "that's it, I screwed up, sure that the joint goes in the X-ray and fall prisoner." And above idiot, because who is going to be so idiot to pass a joint in an airport? But in the case of joint is easier because the survival instinct makes you drop the tab and say "no, Horacio, realize that taking drugs in an airport is something for which you are not qualified. you could never steal or a chocolate lentils in a store, see if you can spend faso in Kathmandu airport. " Horacio then go to the bathroom, relojea for both sides, pretends to cough and throw the evidence wrapped in a Kleenex in the toilet and everyone happy and breathing. But you can not poop! The poop is there. And see the great dilemma that so many sleepless nights had Plato not disguise or conceal. The simulation that nothing is happening includes taking the boxer, briefs, shorts, underwear or vedetina by the elastic and lift up over your hip and put in pitcher's arms to hold there, locked in struggle against gravity. The exaggerated natural face, funny ride, sweat on his forehead and trouble reveal the truth of the drama and can cause an unsuspecting neighbor asked: "Horace, you 're with colitis?" Which is the way in which neighboring ask if you pooped on it.
Sometimes I spend at work to play poop I imagine me and when I realize I'm thinking about it I start to laugh. Solo. I imagine sitting in my box and peep to find the right moment where I can go to the toilet scales, with no one to cross to ask me that what I did over the weekend. So come along and start plotting and thinking strategies to get out of this desperate and embarrassing. As we know there is an established solution. The important thing is faith. You have to stay sentadito, quietito and hope that things resolve themselves. Because my friend said the Brazilian-hippie-vegetarian: "If it must be, will be."
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