This is the picture of a plywood-walled toilet in a New York City restaurant, and the couple who spent thirteen minutes of their first date four inches from me having explosive diarrhea.

I knew it was their first date because I was listening to every word they said while I was doing that thing where you squeeze to try not to poop too loud when you know others can hear you. Maybe throwing a perfectly timed muffle-flush here and there.

Speaking of explosive diarrhea…

For 70+ hours this week/end, the only time my feet hit the floor was when they were taking me from my bed to the toilet.

Literally three days into this “Daily Guinness” podcast experiment and I’m stuck racking up frequent flyer miles on the stool pool, pouring my own “pint of proper”… if you catch my drift.

The timing of this was THE WORST and it got me thinking:

Chances are, you’re like me and have been thinking of starting something ballsy, new, and maybe a little scary. When shit hits the fan at the start

(or literally, “the porcelain” in my case)

Should we view these events as an “Omen” (via Paulo Coelho’s ‘The Alchemist) or “Resistance” (via Steven Pressfield’s ‘The War Of Art’)?

One hints that we should shift directions, the other dares us to push forward. They seem to contradict each other and I chat about it on today’s “Daily Guinness” episode.