While I’m sitting on the toilet after another bad anxiety attack and having having lives flash by. I realize I need to take a shit, and let it go.
I’m struggling with the daily monotony of just trying to keep mentally engaged. I’m also struggling to keep any train of thought. My mind races through endless pictures of lives gone by, and shows that are playing in the background.
Meanwhile the storyteller rambles on. Just when he thinks I’m no longer paying attention he quotes American pie saying “this one time, in band camp I stuck a flute in my pussy!” Now I shake my head and try hard to walk away, but we turn into the looney toons dogs walking down the street. One being pragmatic and trying to ignore the other bouncing around “Old buddy. Old pal!”