I have to go back to the Java House.
When I was younger, a family friend once read me a poem. She said, "now that I have read you this poem, evidence of it is going to reveal itself everywhere."
Fast forward to about a year ago and I am going down that tricky little staircase in the back of the Java House. I get into the stall, close the door... and there it is. The poem.
yeah.
So I finished up, but not before spending some time reading the rest of the awesome graffiti in that stall. I went back up to my table and sat down. I knew how what I was planning on saying to my friends was going to sound...but I said it anyways.
I said, "Guys... I just had a fucking spiritual experience on the toilet."
le end.
This is wicked! I once had a spiritual experience in the bathroom standing in front of the mirror and staring at an unrecognizable me. I think people often escape to the bathroom to contemplate life. There must be something about the honesty of what we do in there that opens us up to all kinds of things.
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