About the same year I had a very vivid dream. I was looking all over the place for a restroom, wondering around every where in down town Portland, no one would let me in to piss. Finally I found a dumpster, and started pissing. I instantly woke up, pissing my self in my girlfriends bed. No excuses totally sober...
The sound of so many cans of worms being opened up is downright deafening. At least it keeps the murmering of the voices in my head subdued. I consulted my Golden Idol of Idiotic Indulgences, and it said that nothing good can come of this shit.