Toilet

If I am having a coffee and I need the toilet I go here. It is a very inspiring toilet.
The other day I was in a very run down old cafe or eating establishment of sorts were everything seemed to be broken and stained and the oily clothed residents lent up against a crooked old bar to watch the television in the corner and eat milanesa sandwiches. As I washed down the last mouthfuls of my lumpy mashed potato with cheap red wine and soda, I realised that there was a kind of spanial under the table (which had been shaved all over except for its head in order to look like a lion) giving me a fixed stare with its one eye. As I got up to leave I thought to my self "this is life".