Nearly blinded by bright lights Isa closes her eyes for a minute. She stops to think why she is here and suddenly remembered. 

Much respect to this brilliant idea of a public bathroom in Detroit. May the fallen rest in peace.  Hobbs will not mind if everyone used the Detroit Public Library.

Mai finally had the time to really explore the businesses in Detroit. With her mother’s journals in tow she drove up to the 12th Street Public Toilets.  There was a lot of history here.  Some legendary people relieved themselves there.  According to the journals mostly a bunch of basketball enthusiastic talking shit, no pun intended.

She had no intentions of removing this historical landmark.

But where was she going to find a specialist in fortune telling that could tell from the size, shape, texture and way the log sits up, what life has in store for them?

Mai thought for a few seconds.  Why try and rack her brain?  There’s been no way that she herself could bring back the persona that once existed here.  It was definitely a man’s thing.

She knew Hobbs was a frequent customer.  She also recalled the names Void, CancidRunt, and Indiana-Jones in the journals, so she decided to drop them a line.

Dear Gentlemen,

This is to advise you that the 12th Street Public Toilets are still assessable in memory of good times once share for your convenience.  If you have anyone in mind capable of fulfilling the position of shit fortune teller please let them know the position is available at Hobbs expense.  Surely he could afford it and surely you understand I just had to pay a 200 mill bounty.  Look forward to your thoughts.

Mai

Thanks god this place is still here. I was worried for a second that I would need to shit in my hat. Long live the 12th Street Public Bathroom. 

Roya had just experienced some of the worst cramps she ever had. She was just listening to some stupid ass guy talking about his cock on the streets and had to must all her strenght to not punch his face. She had to stop and give him a good scolding, but that had costed her physical well being in the form of a severe diarrhea. She had to run to the first place she found and incredibly, for her luck, it was the 12th Street Public Toilets. She ran inside, quickly lifted her dress and threw herself at a toilet, almost shitting all over the floor. 

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh God!" she moaned between wet farts and crap squirts. "Jesus Christ, i'm gonna die."

"Easy there, young lady" said someone "All will be well. Just let it out easy and it should be fine" 

"Is that what you do for fun?" Roya hissed "Listen at other people in their private moments?! For Christ sake, leave me be!" She took off her hijab and used it to dry the sweat off her face.

"Calm yourself! Im a specialist in fortune telling from the size, shape, texture and the way the log sits up. From the noise it made, i can tell there's no log, but im a tasseographer too, i can tell the future by reading tea leaves, coffee grounds and wine sediments, which is almost like reading shit. If you just describe your poop to me and pass me a silver coin, i'll tell you everything that future have in store for you." He said, in a very calm and soothing tone.

"Well" Roya said between farts "since i'm here, might as well do it. There's no harm right?" More wet farts. "Unghh, you'll have to wait for a bit, though, it's gonna take some time til its all out."

"Oh, i can wait. I can wait all day long" the voice replied.

After seemed like an eternity, the neverending shite apparently ended coming out of Roya's now 5 pounds lighter and relieved body. She sighed with pleasure and realized there wasn't any toilet paper left. She sighed again, now with annoyance.

"Here it is" said the voice, passing a roll of paper from underneath the right stall "don't let it ruin your moment."

Roya grabbed the paper, mumbled a "thank you" and began wiping her privates. After the job was done, she stood up, put up her dress and looked at the toilet. The content inside looked like melted chocolate ice cream with chunks of what apparently was Roya's lunch: lettuce and tomato salad. She started describing the crap to the voice and when she finished he said:

"You're a very impulsive young woman; you're smart, proud and you're not fearless, but you face your fears head on; usually you don't take no for an answer and never let your head down, regardless of who adresses you. You're loyal to your family and friends til the end and you're protective of those you love. You defend your beliefs, what you think is right, even if it means death for you. You are intense and love with all your heart, you don't know how to be mid term. That's your qualities and they are also your flaws. You're impulsiveness might drive you to your ruin, your pride cannot let you see reason when you have to and your courage for facing your fears, even when you can't handle such fears, will end up ending you" the voice sighed and continued "as for your future, i can only tell you one thing. You keep living like you're immortal, like there's no tomorrow, indulging in your flaws and what you so call pleasure. Pleasures of the flesh, sex, booze, drugs. Beware, because the best thing that could come from it, is you die soon. You might live, after all. There may be a tomorrow and deep inside, that's your worst fear."

With a vigorous and demanding #2 in the chamber, Duchess settled into the one stall at the 12th Street Public Toilets with the door still on its hinges. What happened thereafter cannot be explained in words, sounds or onomatopoeia, and it would remain a credit to mankind throughout the remaining history of the world that language would never evolve to encapsulate a bowel-born barbarity so inconcievable to the human mind as to defy logic and science altogether. As Duchess stood up to make her escape from this temple of wickedness, she turned to look down at her crimescene and realized it looked a lot like JubTheNub. 

RamsDale was busting for the toilet the wind was getting to him he ran though the park and sees a homeless person and the homeless person asks for spare Change "any spare change sir " Ramsdale picks out a few bills and hands them to the man and then asks where's the nearest  restroom and the homeless man smiles and points RamsDale now runs too the restroom and goes to relives himself  he then hears someone coming in was it that homeless person coming to mug him or was it someone else.........

James had flown into Motor City with a smile on his face. His contact had said a front property had become available which could shift Amphetamines in bulk. He would be rich. He was slightly concerned about the meeting place being the 12th Street Public Bathroom but the reassuring weight of his gun in his pocket helped calm his nerves. He was to meet the front owner at 11.30AM & have a briefcase with over $100,000 ready to complete the transaction.

A shadowy figure approaches.

'You James?'

"Yes"

'You got the money?'

"Yes"

'Alright I regret to inform you that there aren't any DFP's available at this time, try again later!'

James is incandescent with rage. What a waste of his time. She shows the shadowy figure his gun and sternly says "Get tha fuck outta here"

James walks into a stall, places his head in his hands. 'Fucking waste of time' he muses to himself what is next...