me and a buddy got a key to room in a hotel. in the morning i shit in the dresser drawer. the sun was coming up and you could just smell those turds broiling. all saturday, i thought i'm gonna be in big trouble. thinking the cops are coming. my friends brother lived in a room upstairs. come monday, the manager figured it was my buddy who shit so he evicted his brother. the fukken worse thing though was i got a call from a beer distributor to go work for them that day. i was gonna help the driver with his deliveries. where the fuck do you think we head first?? you right!! the hotel where i had a dump in. i couldn't believe it. the manager seen me and said, " look at the pus they're hiring now". he never mentioned nothing about the drawer fiasco, he thought i wasn't the guilty party.