Shallow Breaths: Living Autistic With OCD
The piss molecules were inside my skin. There was a cloud of urine with a 200 foot radius emanating from the drunk passed out on the sidewalk and I was already in it. I knew this was going to happen but I rolled the dice because it wasn’t supposed to happen. It was never supposed to happen. The city was supposed to be clean and there weren’t supposed to be massive pee traps to randomly stumble into. It was the same thing at least twice a week. Critical failure. Same drunk, same part of town. How many breaths of air poisoned with his bladder mist had I taken over the months? ...