He woke up in the bathroom stall. Baptized by the murky toilet water. He forgot how much time had passed. As the music stopped playing at the dive bar. He didn’t know if he had died or was just temporarily broken. No worries, no mind. There was no time. Didn’t make a difference. Since he had never accurately felt a scientific measurement. Or maybe he just was never good at math. The condom machine had been broken. But he knew he couldn’t fix it. Finally realized that maintenance would never come by. It was someone else’s mess. As the hangover began to set in. He left the toilet without flushing.