The Street

I was walking down the street today. The street's pretty long so it was a pretty long walk. Not as long as the walk I took the other day but still, it was pretty damn long.

I'd say it was about 25 minutes. And when I was done walking I was pretty thirsty but there was no place to get water or any other drink so I drank my spit. Or, I should say, I sucked on my spit. But sucking on spit's pretty unsatisfactory. It's kinda like you're drinking yourself.

And since you're probably perspiring as well, you're actually losing yourself as you're sucking yourself.

This was no good. I needed some liquids. I needed quality, hydrating liquids to get me through the day.

So I walked back down the street. This time I walked in the opposite direction because walking in the direction I had been walking would have gotten me further away from where I wanted to be than if I headed back in the direction that I wanted to be. So that's the direction I walked in.

When I got back to where I started there was a bathroom and in the bathroom there was a sink. It was really weird though because before I got to the sink to suck done some water I really had to pee. So I pee'd. But how weird is that. You're really thirsty but you have to pee. It's kind of like a double screw. Like, yeah, you need water but you're going to lose more water so you'll need even more water. That's a stupid biological design if I ever heard of one.

If it was up to me, there would be no peeing when you're thirsty. How are you supposed to survive in a desert if you have no water and you're peeing all over the place. Hell if I know. It's just dumb.

So, anyway, I pee'd. And then I cupped my hands and drank some water from the tap.

And no, I did not wash my hands.