The Pissing wall

It was a cold day in tokyo which was rare for summer time. The smell of stale urine reaked from the near by bathroom of ropongi and a happy drunk lay by it in pride.

I lit a cigarette and evaluated the situation. The bar was ten blocks away and in that ten blocks, there hadn't been a single suitable place to empty my kidneys. As the world started to go sideways and dark, i remembered ruffeeing myself before the sex i'd just had in an alleyway. I was an addict and sex was sex as long as you could block out the memory of what she looked like.

Times were getting desperate and i was about to piss myself if i didn't find a pot soon. I ran towards the wall, because that few steps towards the golden porceline throne seemed like an eternity, and unzipped.

As i began to feel the relief at last, i heard a japanese voice say, "what the fuck, you asshole?" and realized i had pissed into his face.

"Hope you enjoyed the shower," I said and left the pissing wall for good.