It was really weird. I was out for my Birthday in this seedy bar. Hammered, barrelled in. Again I lost another bet (Det/SJ under), my girl couldn't show because she had to work and then had the kids, and for me my birthday was a 12 hour work day then boredom then drinking. Was feeling mellow though, pretty drunk.
I had to take a leak. So I went to the can, in their bathroom as I was standing urinating I noticed if you looked at it right the in the mirror in front of me you could see the mirror on the opposite wall. So I started counting back mirrors. I almost fell over. I finished urinating, it didn't matter, I felt inclined to keep going; like I needed to reach a further level of understanding. 60...90...114...138...then at 147...I saw...a tiny man. He was so small, and dressed in white. I couldn't see detail, there was a glow around him. He pointed to a stall to the left of me. Just then I realized I had to poop a little, the bad wings got to me.
So I went to the stall. I was doing my business, then I saw it.
A tiny, tiny note, written in very detailed handwriting.
It read "Fat chicks give great head."
I tried to retell the story as best I could but no one believed me.
My life is now changed. I am changing my ways. I know that the only way I could even remember this moment despite my state at the time is none other than fate.
I am a believer now.
I had to take a leak. So I went to the can, in their bathroom as I was standing urinating I noticed if you looked at it right the in the mirror in front of me you could see the mirror on the opposite wall. So I started counting back mirrors. I almost fell over. I finished urinating, it didn't matter, I felt inclined to keep going; like I needed to reach a further level of understanding. 60...90...114...138...then at 147...I saw...a tiny man. He was so small, and dressed in white. I couldn't see detail, there was a glow around him. He pointed to a stall to the left of me. Just then I realized I had to poop a little, the bad wings got to me.
So I went to the stall. I was doing my business, then I saw it.
A tiny, tiny note, written in very detailed handwriting.
It read "Fat chicks give great head."
I tried to retell the story as best I could but no one believed me.
My life is now changed. I am changing my ways. I know that the only way I could even remember this moment despite my state at the time is none other than fate.
I am a believer now.