What am I doing in a party? I think loudly I don’t do clubs, well, it doesn’t seem like a club but then who lured me to come here? I feel pressed all over sudden and walk quickly to the bathroom. I sit on the bowl quite patiently and do my business then walk back to the party.
The party is packed and I am officially disgusted by how the people around me are behaving, they are busy making out without any fear. I can see Jerry Martin and Linda, but what am I doing with them? I ask myself that same question for the umpteenth time.
I am pressed again and I can’t remember the number of times I have walked into this bathroom since I came into this party. Am I drinking something that triggers urine or something? I ask myself quietly as I walk steadily to the washroom.
‘’You will fill up the bo
