Truck Stop

It's seven P.M. and I'm walking in the front door of the Chevron Truck Stop. I see a door with the word 'MEN' on it and go directly in. I'm standing at the urinal making room for another beer and I'm pondering. I'm unsure how I feel about women, about men, about everything. I glance up to see a big hairy man approaching the urinal next to mine. I couldn't believe the amount of hair that was pouring out of the neck of his shirt. His big hairy arm bumped mine and I felt something, something that I can't describe. I looked over at his bearded face. He was not an ugly man, in fact he was rather good looking. I looked lower and saw his big round belly and tried to imagine how it looked underneath his shirt, drenched with fur. Lower. I saw his dong.