He stumbles in reaching for his onstensibly heavy artillery ready to unload & fire, not so much concerned about aiming.
All he needed was a target…. He could actually visualize & feel the relief to follow shortly….
He is still humming ‘one man can’t satisfy her, she needs more wood for the fire, sex price getting higher.…… so from the prostitution she will never retire….’ the song by I-Wayne that he had just been trying a kwa chini kwa chini move on the dance floor….
He stops at the nick of the moment, something isn’t right! The settings are all wrong. Its smell different too!
He pauses to think. A great feat for him in his current state.
Brow creased, arsenal half way out, his slow intoxicated mind tells him there should be a guy named Sylvester standing by the sink over there (he points)holding a mop (soliciting for tips) and on the wall over there (continues to point), there should be 6 bowls in that corner (arranged 1, 2, 3 on each wall respectively)….
His train of thought is interrupted by two giggling ladies who entered the room. They were astonished to see him standing there, holding his gadgets in the middle of the small room.
Then it dawned onto him, this was not the little boys room… S**t!
He made his way out in a hurry hoping no one else will see or recognize him.
Too late, as he was leaving he heard one of the ladies ask, ‘isn’t that Nani’s boyfriend? ‘Yeah, it is! I think his name is Jimmy!’ answered the partner.
Shrilly laughter follows
Damn!
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