I decided to go see
The Iron Maidens (the world's first and only all-female tribute to Iron Maiden) play this past Saturday in Santa Monica. Also
playing were
Hangar 18 (Megadeth tribute) and
Creeping Death (Metallica
tribute). Before the show, I decided to stop for a quick bite to eat at Taco Bell...
I got a big beef burrito and nacho supreme. After I ate, I hit the road. Halfway to
Santa Monica, I started feeling my stomach rumble. Then I started to feel my bowels
clenching. I could feel the inevitable diarrhea starting to grab hold of me.
I did my best to concentrate on driving, as the southern CA traffic was quite heavy on
Saturday night. When I reached the bar/club, I was relieved that I had made it there
safely without soiling myself. I entered the bar and immediately dashed for the
restroom. I was upset to discover that the men's room had only one toilet -- which had no
booth for privacy... AND the main door had no lock.
Feeling a little embarassed, I decided to hold my feces a little longer (in hindsight,
I have no idea why). I watched the first band set up their equipment. Meanwhile, my stomach
and bowels were in total agony. It literally felt like my
intestines were going into convulsions. The feces wanted out, but I was determined
to beat my own stomach.
I refused to take a dump in such wide open view of anyone that might step into the
men's room. I felt like I had no choice but to just hold it. I made it through Hangar 18
without passing out, but before Creeping Death took the stage I decided to drink alot
of water. I was hot, and I thought it would alleviate some of my intestinal discomfort
as well.
By this point, my body was almost numb. I had been holding this shit inside for nearly
three hours. But now that the bar was packed with people, there was no chance to use the
bathroom anyway.
I survived the next two bands, and by the time The Maidens finished their set, I was
feeling much better. I think the water helped alot. Anyway, I left the bar around 2
AM -- about 7 hours after my first stomach cramp.
I made it home around 3 AM and man, I was ready to unload. As I walked in my apartment, I
saw my nocturnal roommate playing on his Playstation 2. I told him, "you might wanna
stay out of the bathroom for a little while." He replied to me, "the toilet is already
backed up."
We had been having some problems with the toilet not flushing, and it overflowed a
couple of times. Now it was completely clogged and there was NO WAY I was
gonna take a chance on my "motherload" overflowing.
I had to bite the bullet a little longer. So I just went to sleep without relieving
myself. I woke up in the morning around 11 am -- 16 hours after my first stomach cramp.
I turned on the TV, and a few minutes later I could feel the diarrhea coming back.
My only option was to drive to some site of business and use their toilet.
I picked Target.
I needed to pick up some duct tape anyway, so I figured i'd kill two birds with one
stone. I got to Target, and made my way straight to the bathroom. There was one guy
walking in front of me, and I was praying that he would not use the toilet.
Sure enough, he did.
There were two stalls. One was already occupied and this fucking guy takes the other.
I was starting to think that I would never be able to get rid of this shit. I went
back out to the store and decided to just buy the damn duct tape that I needed.
Afterwards, I made my way back to the restroom. This time, both stalls were empty.
Jackpot!!!!
I took the end stall (by the wall), so there was plenty of room. I pulled down my pants,
sat down, checked to make sure the coast was clear, when suddenly this father and young
son walk in! The dad is helping his kid pee, etc.
I'm thinking, "Should I just let it rip or what??" I mean, we're talking 17 hours of
backed-up shit. Who knows how loud it will be? Or what gases will be released?
I decided to hold it a little longer. Meanwhile, another guy takes the stall next to
me. After he finished pissing, I saw my window of opportunity. While he flushed, I
could have about 10 good seconds of loud swirling water that could mask the sound of
ass exploding in the toilet.
So I went for it.
He flushed... and I shit like a fucking earthquake.
It was perfect. No one suspected a thing. After wiping my ass for about five minutes,
I flushed everything away, and walked out of Target with my duct tape in hand.
-- Jonny