I was traveling this weekend. Always an interesting time for crapping - not cooking in the way you would at home, new places to poo, perhaps fewer poos if you're busy and/or staying in a crowded place. These things were all in effect.
However, I did leave in the city of Providence one tremendous crap. In size, in relief it induced, in smell, in location. Just all around. Taken under the stairs (in a bathroom of course) of a historic building which was largely deserted, a very small room with old plumbing and a toilet bowl that amplified both sound & smell in a less than flattering way. Felt right as rain thereafter.
And I became wistful for the parts of my life, mostly college and shortly thereafter, wherein I could be alone in a remarkable place, crapping the night away in a compelling fashion. But these days I sure appreciate it every time I do.
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