The Drop Trilogy in One Post

In the exercise of attempting to write some of the stories I only tell after having a few drinks to people who hopefully have had more, I'm updating the blog.

BE WARNED: This post isn't suitable for everyone anyone. I STRONGLY suggest you drink a few before reading this, or come back when you're ready for a poop story. This post has alot to do with poop.

Prologue

About 7 or 8 years ago, my buddy Nate was visiting Salt Lake City from San Diego. To celebrate, a group of us planned on meeting up for dinner at an Indian restaurant downtown, then going bar hopping. We carpooled into the city, parked and walked about a half block to the restaurant. Upon approaching the restaurant, we passed an alley complete with requisite dumpster, graffiti-lined walls and an oily puddle of water filling the middle of it. Trying to be clever, but mostly just being insensitive and ignorant, I joked as we passed the alley that it was where hobos would probably go to shit. Oh, the wit! I hate me sometimes.