Rebecca Williams: “After having played a little joint called the Brass Rail, me and the boys decided that it would be best to drive the five hours back to Peoria, Illinois, to join up with some friends. Beforehand, of course, we stopped off at the ol’ 7-Eleven for some burritos and smokes. I don’t quite remember, because I was sleeping, but I’m almost certain those burritos were brewing up a storm in my stomach the whole night through.
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“I woke up, and the van was parked right outside of our friends’ house. Now, usually there would be enough time to run up to your friends’ house, slam on the door and yell, ‘THE POOP IS COMING!’ This was not that situation. I wasn’t gonna make it. I looked around and found the closest thing to a toilet my eyes could find. So there I am, bag full of poop. A normal person would have thrown it in a storm drain or something. But my friends had a perfectly good shed, which I had used as a porta-potty anyway, so that’s where it stayed for two days until it was covertly retrieved and disposed of. Moral of the story, which almost goes without saying, is: Never eat the damn burrito. Never. Ever. Ever.”
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