Oh Man
a full grown man pissed himself in front of me tonight
... he just passed out in a chair and began flowing urine
through the lower hamstring section of his jeans-
the pitter-patter on some other guy's kitchen floor made it disgustingly too real
... a pool had formed by the fridge,
... a large lake of skiddy underwear, sweat ridden filtration; and
the man of the house-"
junior"- wouldn't get out his mop or his mildewy towels for soakage because
to counteract this disaster would be like playing with nerve gas or touching the sun
... you just don't do it
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