One time on Halloween or near it, I was standing here in the rain, already
soaked. A car full of frat types pulled up and sprayed me with what I swear
was an old-timey bottle of seltzer. You know, the kind with the
downward-facing metal spout that you have to lean way back to spray someone
I just stared at them. It didn't really bother me since I was already wet
and, on top of everything, my life was in the shitter anyway. Part of me
didn't want to give them the satisfaction, and the rest of me wondered where
they got the seltzer bottle.