The Story of Pooping in NYC. Sorry.
I don’t know why I bothered to write this. Poop stories? Not really in fashion at 27 years of age. Nonetheless…
The Story of Pooping in NYC. Sorry.
I don’t know why I bothered to write this. Poop stories? Not really in fashion at 27 years of age. Nonetheless…
This story really strikes a cord with me. For one, every time I’m in NY, I always walk by that same Dallas BBQ in Chelsea, and once I even sat down in that exact Dunkin Donuts a block away for a coffee and, well, a donut.
This story also strikes a cord because when I was first coming down with Crohn’s, it all happened in NY. I never shat my pants, but there were indeed many heated moments where public washrooms seemed impossible to find, and the pain seemed like it would break my ass.