Looks like daylight’s gonna catch me up again…
Once, at Disneyland, I peed my pants on that goddamn Small World ride. My parents, immanently generous as they were, forewent buying me a new pair of pants, and instead made me switch the sweater I had tied around my waist to the frontside, so I was walking around the park in urine-stained jeans like some sort of Mohican Indian.
Before my freshman year of high school, I went up to the school for band camp, and first stopped off in the gym to use the bathroom. I went inside, and marveled at how clean it was. Some months later, during PE, I realized that there were two bathrooms in the gym, and that I had used the girls’ one earlier.
I think cats embody the trapped souls of people who were once beautiful and unkind.
