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J. Berk |
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I was really pissing it up there I was silently hosing down the urinal safely surfing the multitudinal wave of bought beers painting a beautiful fresco like El Greco in my mind on the porcelain shell. a stranger enters. he laughs. "are you pissing on the floor?" he asks. "no," I say. the truth. "I was trying to write my name on the urinal," I say. a lie. why I tell this lie only God and the bartender knows. I guess I didn't wan't to say I was pretending to be El Greco in the toilet. "well you were really pissing it up," he says. "I was," I say. the truth. proud. I was. |