Mental Vacations - Piss on Ice

A few months ago, Left Hand and his significant other dined on a Friday night at a Salvadorean Restaurant called Balompie in the Mission. While the food was spectacular, there was another equally noteworthy sensation in the mens bathroom; a trough urinal full of ice. I can’t begin to tell you how satisfying it was to melt ice upon release. The feeling was strangely calming and soothing, something I have yet to come to understand. Strange only when you think about it, but in the act it was one of the few things that momentarily made all of the sense in the world.