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GRAVEL

24.  (Dream) I get my way into the cubicle with all the pillows in the back and lie low. There is a window of sorts up front, the way I came in, closing the door behind me. If I'm lucky, no one will notice anyone's in here at all. The dispatcher calls out for some cars to move forward, and I make a dash for the restroom, hopefully before anyone else is asked to move. Inside, I start peeing, keeping my ears open wide as well, then decide enough is enough. I pull back the reins of my piss canal and watch its fountain slowly dry up. One wag, and I'm right back in! Am I on time? (Fin) The woman from Venezuela in the back seat of my taxicab listened cheerfully as I told her how I'd just parked my taxi down at Ocean Beach, made my way across rolling sands to the edge of the Pacific, with breaking surf & whitecaps across waters broiling black & blue in the odd sunlight, sat down on a dry sandbar of sorts, removed my socks and shoes and cut my toenails. There! I'd said it. I'd told someone my secret. "And the ocean was happy!" she said.