Tuesday, April 30

A BASKIN ROBBINS SUMMER (Part IV of ? Please read from Part I, below)

There was one thing I had not accounted for when I agreed to visit my grandmother. Someone had failed to let me know about the outhouse. Somehow, though we lived in the 20th Century, people still had outhouses. My uncle happened to be one of them. All the horrible stories I had heard about outhouses were not true. Outhouses were a lot worse. When I opened the door, I was hit by an intense odor that simply cannot be described accurately. I did not get a good look inside the first time, because it was simply too much. As the need became greater and greater, I resolved to grow some nuts and do what I had to do. I tried a second time, and this time was able to stay long enough for my pupils to dilate and allow me to orient myself. There was a square plywood board with a round hole in the middle of the shack. I took one step forward, still several feet away from the hole, and ripped down my zipper, pulled my underwear down, and let a violent stream go. It was blissful. I still remember the exact feeling I had. It was good. During those long minutes, I did not take a single breath. It was longer than any breath I had held while swimming. I was quite proud. With a broad smile, and feeling bold and adventurous, I returned to the house.

yakob at 11:55 PM

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