December 23rd, 2012.

Nothing humbles a man quiet like a severe bout of the shits. Masoner or mercenary, officer or official, when you’re on the John for a whole full day, shitting acid water which burns the edges of your asshole, and wish stomach cramps convulsing through your body and soul so bad you wanna call 911, that’s when you’ll find that no matter how much money you have, or how much power you yield, you’re still just a humble man amongst many others.

Suffice to say this day was one I’ll rather quickly forget.


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