Nov 27, 2012
11/26/2012 20:48
Somewhere in the day I ducked out for a fast food lunch; it was over in less than ten minutes because I eat with the fury of Olympian gods.
It started rumbling around in my stomach at four thirty; by five I'd told Tahir I needed the rest of the afternoon off. Now, it's five thirty, and I am hunched over my toilet bowl in my apartment, with one thought hazily fixed in my mind.
My name is Leon Alexander Becker, and I am turning inside out.