You know that moment we’ve all had where you blindly, automatically walk towards some goal? It’s a familiar route that you’ve taken a hundred times before. And, of course, it’s dark.
And so you don’t really look, don’t really notice until, just inches away, you look up and are shocked by this large, formidable presence that just shouldn’t be there.
And you startle.
And you are relieved.
It’s nobody, just your imagination.
Even so, you wonder, “How am I supposed to piss with this guy watching me?”
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