Les Toilette Sauvages

the bathroom at the squat was out of toilet paper so I wiped my ass with some hardcore fliers. The toilet has two buttons on it 1 and 2 for varying degrees of water flow. This is definatly an occasion for two. The partially digested remains of yesterday’s dinner, yogurt with strawberries, a brownie or three, bread, and this interesting cross between a queesh and more bread. That and the three hardcore fliers I use to clean myself. Being extra careful not to give myself a paper cut. All the black toner makes the paper really stiff. The bathroom at Les Pavillons Sauvages has black walls. People have scratched graffiti in it like a scratch-board. Its mostly in French but I can still read some of it. Intellectual Masturbation, GO = VEGETARIAN with some commentary about the equivalence of the dairy and egg industry with the meat industry added like a footnote beneath.
I hear someone coming down the hall. Damn, I didn’t lock the bathroom door, and here I am, wiping my ass with some hardcore flier for some band this person is probably in. The door handle jiggles, “en momant SVP” I say, conjuring up my best French. It works and the man heads off.