Once, when I was in the
ninth grade, I had to take a
Mechanical Drawing course to be able to attend the
school I was at.
One day, I really really had to go the
bathroom.
Bad. Usually, I don't go to the
bathroom at
school, but I could not hold it any longer. I asked Mr. Sasiene (the
teacher) if I could go. He said
yes.
So I am
standing there in the
stall,
urinating, when I hear odd noises coming from the neighboring stall. It is quite obvious that the person beside me is
masturbating, what with all the
grunts,
panting,
rustles,
etc. But I also hear a
noise that I did not formerly
associate with
autoerotism: that of a
metal object striking another
metal object. Clinky clangy, clinky clangy. Wondering what that could be, and guessing that this person would like to be left
alone, I quickly completed my task and left the bathroom.
I am back at my
desk,
drawing
circles or
pentagons or whatever they were, and the
class clown, Edwin,
bounces in, very very
tardy. As he is
jumping around, with his
gigantic crucifix necklace swinging
to and fro, I
hear a
familiar noise . . .
Clinky clangy, clinky clangy . . .