we called it the Pee Game

Kyle Bright and I, in our early teens, set out

the rules at Young Life camp over root beer floats

and passing bikinis,

"Who", Kyle challenged, "can piss in the most unusual place?"

He starts off strong: climbing on top of his principals'

house, he lets his thing do its' thing

down

the

chimney.

I topped it. You know my crotchety neighbor with

the ocean blue restored GMC truck? I put

pelvic muscles to use

on a negligently windows down midnight,

sending a stream of

unadulterated PBR

all over his

benchseat.

"I can't top that", Kyle laughed. We split

an entire pack of Backwoods, "you can",

I encouraged,

and

he did! on the golf course, taking aim

into the soap solution for ball

washing, he held a little in for

five holes before spraying out

"A" for anarchy into a sand trap.

“I can top it”, I said confidently, and did

the night Godzilla was

relatively full

at Montwood Silver Cinema.

with a 44oz of Dr. Pepper swelling

my stomach, I crouched on my knees in

the back row and waddled from

wall to aisle, sending a

torrent of dehydrated yellow

down the angled stadium seating.

"Punx not Dead", Kyle said, "I can top that".

and

he did.