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Monday, May 4, 2015

Bathroom Stall Blues

There comes a time in our lives when we see fit to spill our guts onto a bathroom wall. Maybe family and friends happen to be busy that day. Perhaps you feel as if they won't understand or you are merely afraid of having to hear the "I told you so" of your situation. Or maybe, it was past 12:00 am, you had drinks and you had a marker in your bag. But them all together and you have a heartfelt confession:

"October's not a good month for me. My 'plus one' has been gone now 2 years and her birthday is soon. Miss ya Tammy like a fat kid loves cake. (no offense to fat kids but that's what she used to say). We always had fun things to say."


We know the feels, bro. Many of us have been there. Just perhaps not in the bathroom stall of Barcade in Brooklyn with a sharpie marker. I really need to go there one day and see if the ex girlfriend might have seen it and responded on the wall as well. 

 As always, if you write or site any weird bathroom writing, send them my way via hash-tagging #wallprophecies. If it's weird and awesome, it'll end up here.
Happy hunting!

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