I got peed on, but not in a good way

I got peed on, but not in a good way. The baby’s urine ran down my thigh from the changing table, and I remembered every rejection I’d ever experienced. Not really. That would have been too easy. It took days of wearing those same jeans for the piss to sink in on an existential level. A writer must have a thick skin, but my skin is sticky with pee. A nice girl must have a thick skin, but I went out afterward in my pee jeans, thinking, “Why am I all about town tonight? I was just peed upon.” The baby didn’t mean it maliciously. He was just a boy baby doing what boy babies do. He was just marking his territory. He was, frankly, just being an asshole. But that’s a different story.

3 Thoughts on “I got peed on, but not in a good way

  1. Bart on May 15, 2011 at 8:16 am said:

    You have a baby?

  2. Nah, but I do a lot of babysitting. And metaphorizing.

  3. Bart on May 16, 2011 at 1:14 am said:


    My dad told me that metaphorizing will make you go blind.

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