Posted by Angie on January 27, 2000 at 01:46
... and was heading for the busstop I saw a young man, about seventeen, I'd say. He was wearing a blue jacket and jeans, had dark, ruffled hair and big, dark eyes. He was a real sweety, by my standards. He was pacing a bit, looking around himself and looking at the people around. Not too many, for some reason, there is usually a crowd at that time of day.
At last: a look of determination on his face, he turned his back towards us, hunched up his jacket and spread his legs a bit. And a yellow, steaming stream appeared beneath him on the pavement, running between his feet, down into the street. He peed for quite some time, arranged his clothes carefully and turned back towards us with a sort of shy smile, and entered the bus behind us all.
Thought you might like to know!
Angie
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