Here’s the most recent story with my bowels as protagonist.
The day before yesterday, I had a dinner with friends, some prepared a space cake, of which I ate three pieces. The last time I ate three pieces as well, and I felt almost nothing, this time I felt the most stoned I’ve ever felt. Paranoid, bed trips, lucid nightmares, and in the morning I couldn’t stand nor walk. I had to skip work, and go back to sleep.
I tried to take a shit, but I was constipated. The day went on surviving, then I drank some beers for another party of an other group of friends, and I went to sleep.
At 1AM I woke up burning inside, my stomach was aching in acid. It kept me awake for a couple of hours, then I woke up in the morning knowing where would have I ended up.
On the toilet, right where I am sitting now.
I am now recovering what I had to shit yesterday, with some bonuses. Reeky bad bonuses.
the Shy Tird 