You can feel your belly heaving and swelling. You can smell the putrid gasses puffing up threw your pores. You know you are going to have a projectile shit blow out and there is no time to go somewhere more private. You unfasten your jeans and wait for a clear moment when no one is paying attention. You are sitting in your underwear on the bench sweating. The traffic lights change a few cars go by, and the streets are the most empty you have seen them for a long time. You bend over and its like a combination of popped zit and erupting volcano! A brown geyser that lasts almost a full minute. You sit with ass hanging over the side a bit longer as thick stringy bits plop down with the trickle of wet drips. You pull up your pants and make your way out of there. Foulness dripping from the trees behind you.