Last week I did something that will haunt me for years to come. As I was leaving my office to head to the meet-up, I told one of my co-workers where I was going and that just myself and the meeting organizer will be there so it might get awkward. She jokingly said that sounds like a great start to my next blog post. The writing meet-up actually went great.
All of which is great but the entire author, scriptwriter, storyteller fraternity has criminally ignored one quest that must rank as high as any of these above mentioned in desperation and passion. There is this myth, of course propagated by womenfolk that men have it easy. They can pee anywhere. All they have to do is walk upto any wall, yank down their zippers, pull out their willies and do pee pee.
Riley's leg shook subtly as he watched the jocks shuffle about the basketball court. The sharp and incessant squeaks of their sneakers against the freshly waxed floor only agitated his growing need to relieve himself. He glanced over at Alex, who had been waiting alongside him for the jocks to finish their game, so that he and Alex could play one on one. Riley leaned his back against the cold stone of the University's gym wall and tried to relax himself and distract his mind from his filling bladder. This game is just taking forever.