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The Bathroom Sink

For the last several days, I thought a cat had peed under the bathroom sink and I was wondering how that could have happened, considering the cats don’t have access to that area. After sniffing the area out, I came to realized that the odor was more septic than urinal in nature.

Then I took the drain apart, which was a mistake. Since, I latter learned, the sink was plugged up top at the drain catcher and was skimming drainage, there was no water flow to push other debris out of the U-pipe under the sink. Water just sat in the U-pipe for three months, along with spit and anything else that is deposited into the bathroom sink.

Once I cleared the black and white ooze (I suppose the white came from toothpaste) from the several pipes under the sink, the area became saturated with foul gasses that were trapped — seemingly for ages — inside the pipes under the bathroom sink. Though the area stunk and the rotten odor was still detectable from the shallow gasps of air taken by my mouth from under my shirt, water still did not drain from the bathroom sink.

That’s when I retrieved the coat hanger. After a little twisting and probing action into the drain from the water-clogged sink, I pulled up several little pieces of Robert face, a guest who visited in July. I felt a sense of satisfaction but then remorse. First for the job that I have now arduously completed and the latter for the memories that welled up inside witnessing the extraction of the only remaining pieces of evidence from an event that had taken place many months ago. I then properly disposed of the otherwise offensive remains into the toilet.

So I write these events down to express my feelings of remorse, much like I expressed the foul gasses from the pipes under my bathroom sink. Though my intention for these jotted diary notes is not to cause revulsion, but sympathy for me in regards to Robert, who now gone, has returned to me, a bit transformed.