Do you ever feel like this sometimes when your sitting around minding your own business, looking at the stars, eating pizza, or just contemplating your own existence, and then for no explainable reason, your bowels, dressed in green fatigues, begin running away from the mine they just set in your intestinal track. Even if I am the only one, I will admit that it happens to me, and when it does I refer to the experience as an delicate persuasion; no offense intended; it is the atomic bombs I am referring to. Just today, I was having a very peaceful morning getting ready for work, leaving early and wearing a new shirt and clean pants, and as I drove to my respective building of employment I felt the strangeness of tingling that alarmed me that something was awry. And as the three fates would have it, just as I was about to approach a four-way-stop behind an elderly driver the trigger was pulled, leaving me with nothing but time and the strength of my internal might to hold back the rush of fleeing civilians.
Run little friends. Run for your freedom.
