WARNING!!!! Stop Reading If You're Squeamish

Once upon a time if I had to take a dump I'd wait until I got home. Public bathrooms really weirded me out. I couldn't stand the thought of taking a shit with someone else in the stall next to me and I couldn't cope with the idea of sitting somewhere unclean. Eventually when I started touring I had two choices: I could get over it or I could die. I chose the former. Now I just plug my nose and do the deed as quickly as possible. Some of the places on this tour have really tested my metal. At a few of the squats I have chosen to simply hold it in a few days rather than go. At some point though there's no choice in the matter. Life on the road...