Finally someone leaves. I grab the key from them and head on in, grabbing a copy of the local music paper Two Louies from the free magazine stand next to the entrance. The restroom stinks. I grab some toilet paper, wipe the seat off and sit down. I start to feel a little sick.
People start knocking at the locked door.
Worried that I'm about to lose this brief moment of freedom, I turn the tape over and begin listening to The Stooges. I put down the newspaper. My Protestant boarding school-induced repression begins to undo itself. I take a deep breath and heave a sigh of relief. When it's all over, I stand up, button my fly, and look at my restored face in the mirror.