sometime when i was around 16 or 17, i was out all night in sf being nefarious and things, and come sun up i had to take a mean shit. couldn’t wait type of situation. and they got the 25 cent green rooms but at that hour, just before they’re open for the day, lines of the unsheltered form at each of them, so there was no way i was getting into one any time soon. so there i am looking for a newspaper, or anything i can find to sub in for some tp, because sf is sleepy and ain’t nothing open in lower market at that hour, but all the stands were empty. so i find myself gravitating toward pier 7, and i find a t-shirt on the bench there by the manual block. it was baby blue, probably someones second shirt, cause dudes used to wear two shirts back then a lot, it was a thing, and they probably took it off so it would stay clean, but then they forgot it. so i used the shirt to wipe and i left it behind in the bushes by the tennis courts. like a man. then i went about my day.