September 12, 2013 i can count on one i can count on one hand the times my vision became the rim of that toilet bowl and nothing more – a sign of municipal rejection – my own body breaking up with me . 20130912:0900 y Share this:Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading...