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I stumble down the hall, avoiding eye contact with any plastic person I come across. I'm lucky cause most of them are too busy plugged into their iphones and blackberry's to look up. I could strip naked and scream about how I'm going to murder them all and they would only notice when one of their friends made a tweet about it.

@allmyassholeacquaintancesicallfriends - Holy shit naked dude just walked by screaming he was gonna kill me. Drama much?

I'm alone and laughing with myself. It's so damn hot in this house. Why? It dons on me suddenly how badly I need to piss. Which door leads to the commode? I strafe back and forth eying each door, looking for any indication that it might be the pisser. It appears I'm forced to be on a game show now instead. Just closed doors, hidden prizes. Out some where amongst them lies a pristine white bowl of relief, of sanctuary. Man, I've got to piss. I pounce on the closest door to me, Door Number 1. I turn the knob and swing wide the door just to find disappointment. Kids sitting on a bed gathered around a laptop watching videos on youtube. More plugged in ineffectuals. There's a small girl sitting in a wheelchair and I'm confused because I can't tell if she really needs it or not. It's a shitty old metal chair. The kind that easily collapses in the center. I don't think she needs and I suddenly have the urge to tip her over. I settle for other deranged behavior.

"What are you children DOING? YOUTUBE? FUCK! Don't you know there are drugs here you could be doing?