Now I was just “tripping.” The walls were moving and the floor was melting. This felt good. I was on more familiar terrain, but I really needed to pee. The study required me to urinate into what is known as a “hat”—basically a large cup that resides in the bowl of the toilet. I sat down and began to pee. I stared at the floor as it shifted about and I felt a very strange sensation.
I looked down into the hat, and I saw that my scrotum was now floating in a pool of urine. I had peed so much that I filled the hat to the top and now my balls were happily floating about.
“Dan! Dan! Can you come here? I need help!” I called. I heard Dan coming to the door.
“What? What?” he said.
“Can you come in here? I need help,” I cried.
Dan entered the bathroom with a confused look on his face. I immediately dropped the bomb.
“I peed so much my balls are now floating in my urine and I don’t know what to do.”
I started to laugh. Dan started to laugh. “Well, I don’t know what to do either,” he said.
We tag-teamed a paper towel cupping of my balls as I stood up. It is true love and dedication when your guide holds your urine soaked scrotum ever so gently in a wad of paper towels.
My favorite passage from part 3:
The respite from that hell was soon followed by the next phase, my own suffering. This was not as horrendous as experiencing all of the suffering of humanity. It was just me. But it truly sucked.
That got a huge LOL from me.