There was this guy who I went to college with from Atlantic City and we all called him T-Bone. He was a smart dude and just like the next man he enjoyed his drink and getting high. Well, now that I think about it, he was usually drunk or high or both. One night he came into my room and needed to use my printer so he could mail some poems into a poetry contest he was entering. He said he used to write a lot, so I said spit me something. T-Bone told me about a time when he was young and missed his older sister who had gone away to college. Every once in a while he would pull the seat down on the toilet they once shared and sprinkle some drops of piss on the seat because it always used to drive her crazy.