JUNE 1, 1994

Fourteen years ago this evening, I was at TRU in Fairfield, looking at Little Tikes slides and playhouses for my 2 year old Nick (for those that do not know, Nick is my nephew that my parents have raised since he was an infant). We had just found the perfect set when.........BAM.........

What the heck? cramping??? gas??? poop cramping??? NO......CRAMPING??????Is it time???

My mother said, "NO, it is just indigestion". Umm...okay.....although, we have NOT eaten yet!

So, we drive back to Vallejo. Oh, let me rephrase that........I drive back to Vallejo, all the while not feeling too good. Maybe she is right.....indigestion.

I get back to my dads and start decorating the kitchen like I always did the night before someones birthday. I remember this SO vividly, I was standing on one of our ugly arse "wicker" 80's, maybe it was a 70's chair when........

OH SHIT....... I start to........... pee my pants??? I jump, okay, almost fall off the chair and waddle my way up the stairs and "finish" peeing. Ummm....I have indigestion and I can NOT hold the pee. OKAY?????

YELLING from upstairs........."DAD....I think I "might" have peed my pants"......................................................................


to be continued........................