They don’t make them like this anymore.
Friday, June 16, 2023
Glorious Green Urinals
Thursday, October 6, 2022
Supplement to "My Experience Falling Through a Bathroom Ceiling"
Referring back to my earlier post, My Experience Falling Through a Bathroom Ceiling, I’ve always wished someone had taken a photo of the moment. Thanks to the magic of A.I., I’ve now created a rough approximation of what it might have looked like to see me crashing through the ceiling of a high school restroom.
1.) First try - I look like Gary Neuman, but thought this image suffered from the lack of falling ceiling debris. It also missed the detail that I was wearing a suit jacket.
Sunday, May 24, 2020
ABOUT PEE
Saturday, April 18, 2020
Restroom Damage, 1988
Thursday, April 9, 2020
The Metal John
Do you ever look back on your high school days and think of a particular spot that holds special memories for you? For me and my friends, that spot was a restroom that we called "the metal john." "Metal" refers to the heavy metal music that we loved, while "john" is a slang term for restroom.
The Metal John was a popular spot for us to hang out before, after, between, or during classes. It was located at the top of a flight of stairs. The walls contained almost no graffiti at all.
We would spend time in there each day talking shit. At one point we made up an opera called “King of the Urinal” which included the line, "I'm the king of the urinal/Hear my flush/Fear my flush". Those small moments of connection and laughter helped us get through the day.
The Metal John was always treated with respect. Unlike other bathrooms we frequented, it was never damaged or vandalized in any way.
The Metal John might not have been a typical hangout spot, but it was our spot, and it will always hold a special place in my heart.
So here's to "the metal john": a humble restroom that brought joy and laughter to many of us during our high school days.
Monday, March 23, 2020
5 Johns in the John
Things were no different in 1991when I was working at a fish camp in Valdez, Alaska. There were several Johns working there, and one day we found ourselves swapping stories about how common our name was. Note: I use the common pronunciation, “John,” but my name is actually spelled (correctly) - Jon, without the silent “h.”
That’s when we had a collective notion to take a commemorative photo of all the Johns on the crew. The setting of course was in the men’s restroom – also known as the John.