He pushed on the men's room door, but it did not open right away. Thinking it was locked, he pushed harder, until he heard a groaning sound. A mans feet was pushed against the door: He was sleeping on the floor inside of the bathroom. Junya stopped pushing on the door and it slammed shut. He started to get really frustrated. He was in pain, he was cold, and the worse part about it all, his girlfriend did not give a fuck. Junya knocked on the ladies room entrance to see if anyone was in there.
"I got to wash up...and water is water..." Junya mumbled to himself.
Junya opened the door and turned on the light. The light flickered on and
off slowly like a club strobe light. He looked in a section of the stained mirror
that was clear enough for him to see his reflection. His eye looked like it had
been hit, but it did not look as bad as it felt. Junya looked at his nose and saw the
dried blood around his nostrils, but it was no longer bleeding. He placed his
good arm atop the sink and leaned closer up on the mirror to get a better look,
and the sink dropped down. It was not strong enough to support Junya.s
weight. He smiled just to see his cut lip start to bleed again.
The ashyness of his skin due to the coolness of the weather had not helped his lip at all. Junya spit in
the sink and proceeded to run the water. The sink was an old-time sink, where
the hot water and cold water ran from separate spouts. He turned on the cold
water, but no water came out. Junya then turned on the hot water, and it came
out hard. First the water was a brown color, then it got to a nice clear color.
Steam rose from out of the sink; the water got hot really quick. Junya placed his
hand under the faucet, only to jerk it back due to its scalding temperature. He
looked for a piece of tissue to use to dab his cut lip, but there was none in the
bathroom.
The paper towel roll was also empty. This was obvious, because the
dispenser was busted; not even a cardboard roll was left. Junya simply shrugged
while taking his blood drenched jacket off and rested it on a horizontal rail next
to a really dirty towel that was dried stiff. In the flickering light, Junya used one
hand and lifted his wifebeater tee shirt up and looked at his chest and his side
where his ribs hurt. There was a deep black and blue under his left arm, but his
right side held no bruises. He wet his shirt under the hot water and dabbed his
face.
After bearing the hot water, Junya pissed in the dingy toilet. The water
was half full of shit the previous bathroom patron left behind. Junya flushed the
toilet with the tip of his shoe, but the lever was broken. Junya then heard a
sound come from outside the bathroom door.
"Hurry up!"
Junya heard the voice of who seemed to be an elderly woman; from the
growl in her voice. She was banging on the door. Junya rushed and put his dick
back in his pants, wiped his hands on the wet wifebeater and left it on the edge
of the sink. He then put his jacket back on and left out the bathroom.
"Are you one of those transvesters...?" The woman uttered, mistaking the
word transvesters with transvestites.
The woman looked sickly. It seemed that she started to go to the
bathroom on herself already, from the smell and the small puddle by her foot.
Junya bumped shoulders with the woman as he walked passed her to the second
set of doors. The two boys that were playing chess had left, and that light they
used was off. Through the darkness, Junya looked outside to the front window
of the coffee shop; people were outside. The people that passed the shop were
nicely dressed, and Junya understood this as the club he was at had let out.
Junya walked up to the bar of the coffee shop to notice the other white
men and the homeless man had left. The man who was drying the cups was
sitting down in one of the booths, kissing his teeth as he punched numbers into
an old fashioned adding machine.