It is a Crohn’s disease nightmare. We’re stuck in bumper to bumper traffic at 5 PM on the southern outskirts of Los Angeles. There is no other route to my sister’s house but highway 5. It’s pouring rain, we’re under a concrete overpass, there is no place to pull over, and I have diarrhea. I’ve got to go RIGHT NOW and I am stuck in this car, with probably 15 minutes until we inch towards the next off ramp. What can I do, get out and shit on the side of the freeway next to all the curious onlookers?
Sweat starts pouring from my armpits. I’m covered with goosebumps…I can’t hold on. Karsten fumbles for a plastic bag, throws his sandwhich on the floor, passes the baggy to me. I am rocking, crying, cursing my fate. We don’t even have a roll of toilet paper. I am such an idiot coming so unprepared.
We are stuck on the freeway in Los Angeles and I am in hell.
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