I was walking through the sketchy part of downtown today, and I had to pee. The bathroom in the Fast Food Joint a few blocks ahead was my intended place of relief, but then I thought, what if I don't make it there alive? What if there's a mugger in that alley ahead who decides I look like a juicy piece of muggin-meat and takes me down? Seeing as I have no goals, personal relationships or any attachment to my life in general, I would be okay with takin' one for the team. But I do have a small bit of pride. And that pride does not let me piss myself. But if I were dead, would my lifeless corpse feel the need to relieve this urgent ache between my legs? Its one thing to be dead, but to be dead AND have pissed oneself? My train of thought was broken by a shrill womanly scream and the sickening thud of a skull on pavement. As the mugger dissappeared with his bounty, I did a quick hop-skip-and-step over her wet-pantsed, empty-pocketed corpse and thought "thank god."