I find it strange what some people consider art in todays world. I mean, does this really qualify as a masterpiece, an example of human god given talent, I don't really think so. But it does bring back a rush of memories from a child hood event that shaped me into the person I am today.
First, for some backstory. It was the spring time 1999, it was probably my 5th year in a row going on a class trip to this place called The Liberty Science Center. I'm not really sure how well known this place is or if it even still exists, so I'll expalin a little more about what it was. Basically it was a building that had crazy exhibits geared toward elementary school kids in it so every year we'd go on a trip there and do all kind sof crazy shit. The biggest attraction was this thing called "The Touch Tunnel". It was this maze-like series of tunnels that you would crawl through and you could only use your sense of touch to survive. It was made so that you felt blind. Side note- I don't even know how this was allowed! Would the blind not be offended by this discrimination?
Anyway, when you are 10 years old there is no better way to weed out the pussies than to see who ends up crying and has to be yanked out one of the emergency side exits. However, on this day a crying child would have been much more appreciated to all. After waiting on line, I entered the touch tunnel behind my best friend at the time, DJ. In front of him was a kid in our class we will call "Mark". We made it about half way through, holding onto the feet of the person in front of you so you can all move in one fluid motion. "Mark" was crying pretty much the entire time. Now, you may call that a pussy, but I call that a warrior, as he was pushing on. Then it happened. "Mark" shit his shorts. Diarreah style. Which preceeded to run down his legs, wrapping itsself around the hands and forearms of my best friend. This story sounds bad as it is...but it gets worse.
The smell filled the tunnel as student after student began screaming in horror. DJ began to projectile vomit all over the place. Usually when a kid freaks out, they open the side enterences, the kid crawls to it, and is pulled out. Unfortunately, Mark froze and could not be moved. So we had to wait for the three kids in front of us to continue before the conductor of the Touch Tunnel was able to reach the shit and vomit covered child and rip him out. Finally, after about 6 minutes in hell, we returned to the light. I was in okay shape, my friend was covered in shit up to his elbows and vomit. Needless to say, that was the schools last trip to the Liberty Science Center.
Thankfully, this underground plane will have a fully working septic system and no one will have to go through the horrors I once endured.
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