My Uncle Jim (GBHS), stood about 4’-11”... But after a platter of meatballs and braciole, his olfactory presence was Mt Rushmore-like. Impressive.As a young child, I would oft pass by the water closet that was joined to our family room.
On many an occasion, my father would have recently ... “created” ... for lack of a less gauche word.
At those moments, my youthful mind would contemplate as to how an ostensibly human being such as he could have wrought something from his own body that would produce a stench so terrifying that surely something must have died.
Friends, as I write to you now I can say that I have become him.
How foul our earthly bowels. I am wont to close my lower egress point permanently so as to save those whom I call family and friends. ‘
I bid you bonne nuit.
Impressive bad.