By Mike Segretto
I took one last hard drag off of my Lucky Strike and snubbed it out in my mug. The butt went out with a quick hiss as it drowned in the shallow puddle of room temperature coffee. I left the mug on the windowsill and padded over to the toilet where I took a long, satisfying leak. I love the sound of a good leak. Mind you, I can't much say that I love a lot of things, but you know that feeling you get when you've been loading up on coffee all day long and it feels like your back is about to burst from the pressure, and then you just park yourself right in front of that commode and let it loose? Feels good, right? Well, that's what that sound always signified for me. It signified that good feeling. Feeling good is no easy thing to accomplish. But you probably know that already. As they say, I'm probably preaching to the choir.
But I digress. I got a tendency to do that. |
