Me and Myself and My Son: A Shitty Story

A man was defecating on my England hotel room floor as I walked in. He looked over and squinted at the new light surrounding me from the hallway. I shut the door and said,” The bathrooms over there, buddy.” It was All Hallows Evening and I wondered if this was a trick or a threat. I don’t know how he got into my room, either. He must have been friends with that German bellboy downstairs. The man was wearing a white shirt with green paint splattered all over it, and no pants. His face was skewed and gray from lack of light. Read more