Thanks Mr. D, I mean holy shit, it is weird how just the most subtle things bust a new memory out of my head. It was an Open Meeting in October of 1978, maybe November. All I know is that the building was still cold as hell.
We had a new guy on front row that had come in that day and was having a hard time adjusting. The seats were killing him. He was Italian looking with greasy black hair, long nose and lots and lots of zits. He was on Tetracycline like I had been and had to take it with 3 glasses of water. He made it through introductions okay, but I could see he had to piss like a racehorse from where I was sitting. Finally, about halfway through parent crap, this one kids mom stands up and he yells "coming home"!!! This was all to much for Murry. The sheer look of desperation in his eyes should have melted even the most hardcore prick 5th phaser, but as usual Mike Teague was guarding the front row and he took savage glee in causing as much suffering as possible. No one would allow Murry a trip to the bathroom, even though we were at the most unimportant part of the Open Meeting. Slowly, he let out an almost silent moan and a flood of urine spread across his jeans and down the leg, actually pooling at his heal and then formed a miniature river carving out a canyon in the dusty fiberglass covered floor. Helen Petermann, covering for the lack of compassion shown by the 5th phasers and for her own incompetency, made it look as if Murry had done this diliberatly as a stunt to get attention.
To prove that there was in fact a God, he was placed in my home that night after the meeting. He did pretty good in all and went home after just 17 or 18 days.
