That is not to say that it burns when I pee, that’s another blog, for another time, by another person, hopefully.

You know the old saying, where there’s smoke, there’s fire?  Well if that were always true, then my kidneys or bladder or something internal is on fire.  I say this because having taken a leak, I was sure that the building was on fire and smoke was pouring in from the vents, until I noticed the smell was coming from the toilet, yes my urine in fact was the source of the intense smoke odor.  I suppose this should not have been a surprise to me, its happened before.  Maybe it was just amplified in this bathroom. 

A friend of mine, lets just call him the Mountain Man, loves to smoke meat.  No not like that you pervs, in a meat smoker with fire and wood chips and lots and lots of smoke, stuff like that.  Well I’ve recently had the pleasure of eating some smoked brisket that he’d prepared.  Most people who smoke put a good 1/8th to 1/4 inch smoke ring on their meat, but not old Mountain Man, he puts at least a good inch of smoke ring on whatever it is.  You don’t even want to know about his ribs.  The first time I ate anything from him, I noticed right away the intense smokey flavor, but the real treat was waiting for me the next morning.  Being as it was still very early, as I was relieving myself I closed my eyes.  I could swear I had been transported to the middle of a forest fire, or that I was standing very close to a campfire- yet the heat didn’t reach me. 

That is what it was like today.  Mountain Man’s Chile is too much for me to handle I guess.  He makes it from the crunchy cuttings and drippings of stuff he’s smoked.  Delicious, but I guess its mostly made of smoke.

Maybe its just me.  My pee smells like the stuff I eat all the time.  Taco Bell “meat” makes my pee smell like Taco Bell “meat.  Canned beef stew makes my pee smell like canned beef stew.  Italian sausage makes my pee smell like, well, fresh baked cinnamon rolls- I should have that looked at.