Ah, the fabled pink toilet of sophomore year at Raintree apartments.
Preston and I were wandering the aisles of the Provo Deseret Industry thrift store one fine day, and came across a lovely pink toilet in the hardware section. After parting with our hard-earned $4, we loaded it up in the back of his black 280Z (whatever happened to that Car anyway?) and made our way back to that dump of an apartment.
We had already disassembled the bunkbeds and placed them conveniently in the locker outside on the porch, putting our mattresses on the floor - mine half way in the closet. Did I mention that we had also removed the closet doors? More space that way.
The toilet fit right into our anarchist/girl-ogling/collage motif, and we decided to place our coveted palm tree in the bowl. I think we named the plant Fred. Can't recall. Well, Fred died a few weeks later, so we decided to turn the toilet into a fishbowl. After a couple days, the fish disappeared -- into the trap, I suppose. Never did find them again. So the toilet became an incense burner.
Ah yes, I love that toilet in the incense days.....we'd light up a pack at a time. None of that wussy one stick at a time crap. Laying on my bed in the middle of the day, music blaring at deafening levels, spending hours looking up at the swirling, churning smoke trails. Good times.
I miss that toilet. But it looked mighty fine on fire, floating down the Provo river on a giant square of green foam. Ah...those were the days.
Journalistic integrity is needed here. I think it was a rectangular piece of foam, not square
Posted by: FLippy the Orange Goatboy | June 21, 2006 at 02:42 PM