I’m behind the bar, I gotta go, I tell my fellow bartender, I’ll be back in a sec, I head for the head.
I get in there, zip it down, then I’m standing there. For like two minutes. It just won’t come out. I’m thinking about waterfalls. The sound of running water in a sink. Anything that will help me get this goin.
Then a guy comes in. Great. This is never gonna happen now. I get stage fright as it is. But then when I got some guy standing next to me, there’s no way.
I shake, and flush, as if I was just successful. I wash my hands, I exit.
I guess I’ll hold it in.
From my heart to yours,
Clint Curtis. Bartender.