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A public restroom will never be as good as your own place, but open up to the idea and you'll be liberated. Your bowel movements won't own you, you'll own them.
When I was a child, I used a Kmart restroom, I took a shit, wiped and scraped it on the wall. I'm part of this society's problem.
I did that in elementary school. Wiped a huge shit smiley face on the bathroom wall.
Rad. Shit is fun. I never got too creative with it myself but recall a time when I was about 3 so my brother would've been 5 and before he left the bathroom he wrote the word "poop" on the bathroom mirror, with shit. To this day I don't know how. Grandma was not impressed.
The K-Mart story reminded me of a time when I was about 9 and my uncle gave me a bunch of laxative gum and said it was Chiclets. Went to K-Mart the next day and I shat all over the bathroom floor and my legs trying to get to the toilet. Cleaned it up, kinda, with my tighty whiteys and left them on the back of a toilet.
Had a friend in high school who loved to get drunk and shit on random things; plaque commemorating a bridge, a USPS drop mailbox, car wash change machine, whatever.
Later in life, came back from a bar and some dick had parked his BMW blocking a friends carport. In west Hollywood parking spots are few so in retaliation my friend dropped a turd on the guys' windshield and it rolled down and got stuck on the wiper blade.
Too many good poo stories but I bored you guys enough so I'll end it with:
I went to a GG Allin show when I was 15, right before he died. Enough said.