jeffp
psychonaut/retired
About 20 years ago I got very drunk at a bar with a friend. I was concerned about driving home but managed OK with the window open and the radio blasting, just to help keep me alert. By the time I was a few blocks from my street, on the main road, I realized I had to pee. It didn't occur to me to wait til I got back to my apt - I wanted to pee immediately and I had it in my alcohol ravaged fur brain that I should be able to pee wherever I damn wanted to, being that I'm a taxpayer. To that, I pulled up in front of Seven-Eleven and peed on the side of the store. Not just peed, but I drew circles with my pee, etc. I zipped up, started the car and got the hell out of there.
