Or maybe a friend’s closet.

I kind of pride myself on being able to verbalize yearnings. Usually this is with food stuffs. Like the other day I was really in the mood to eat lamb and I did so. Yet another day I realized I wanted to eat some heavily salted corn on a sandy beach.

Today I am really in the mood to pee in a coffin. Like actually be closed inside a coffin, maybe propped up against the wall, and let fly yellow on the velvet lining. I realize this is probably outside the realm of possibility, so I will have to do the next best thing and find a port-o-potty. Or a small change room at the mall.