Piss Artists, inspired by Banksy, Queens Guard Pissing.

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  1. A source of pride in my mid-20s was urinating on the street. Or in the woods, or on a tree in somebody’s backyard. Any place other than the officially designated location for my pee. I viewed it as communing with the earth. Sending back to the ground the fluids that I had absorbed from it. My greatest triumph was pissing in a drain at a New York City subway stop. No one saw me. I wouldn’t dare do that today, however, with all the fascists who have turned New York City into Disneyland (or at least Times Square, where in the 1970s there were 15-minute fuck parlors).


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