backforthmenu The Dip. I have to take a shit real bad and so I sit down and do it. That part goes fine. There’s reading material, paper. It’s all good. I finish way before my feet start to tingle—always reading too long. I spin the toilet paper roll and the billowing end touches the floor soaking up god-knows-what. But before I realize, I’ve touched it to my ass. I hate that. 3/21/99