pdf scan (8 pages/5MB) from Ink Disease #16 with thanks to the original sharer
when I realized I couldn't get out of the coffin, I not only started crying , I got scared that I was going to die. I said, "Damn . In front of all those people out there," and the coffin is rocking back and forth. I tried to get out, tried to holler help, and "Oh,Lord don't kill me. I'll be good if you let me out. I'll never do it again. " Then my bladder broke on me . I pissed all over myself. My bowels moved . I shit all over myself. I ended up jumping around, knocking the coffin off the display stand and it broke wide open . I stood up and people were in the aisleways rolling, just laughing. It must have looked funny from the audience's viewpoint to see that coffin jumping around . They thought it was just part of the act .
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