But only when I am deep in my Engaged Bowel Movementa (EBM) at a restroom location which is not my home base. Let me explain.
Between the years of 2004-2006, while I lived as a Person of the Street (POTS), the most important rule of life was:
Whatever someone tells you not to do, do it immediately. This includes all activities.
I also discovered that a person doesn't need to take showers to remain on the living plane. However, if you do find yourself going without a shower for more than 5 months, there is danger.
Especially during the hot months of the year.
The teeth, the feet, and the anus MUST remain clean.
No Matter What.
And so, I began to discover rituals in public restrooms where I was able to clean all of the above on a regular basis.
"Just wet the toilet paper under the faucet. Make sure the door is locked. You now have a DIY (do it yourself) baby wipe."
I would sometimes use an entire roll of toilet paper for just one wipe. A huge beautiful big wet sponge dripping loosely in my paws. I'll stop there, because I think you get the picture.
For a number of years I had no cell phone.
And that's pretty much the whole story. Now go read a book.
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