Funnily enough, early feb while in LA I did a walk from Point Vicente, right down in the south west corner, to San Pedro, which is not too far from Long Beach and at one point during, I received the call of nature. A quick look on Google maps showed a golf course nearby and as I zoomed in I was genuinely shocked to see the name of the course. It was the Trump National Golf Club Los Angeles. Fuck me. The as of just a couple weeks earlier, new President of the United States' own fkn course! How rare! Not every day etc..
Had no idea he had one in CA, but hey. The call is the call. 5min later, after a steep climb up the coastal stairways, I was greeted with this:
Well shit. Can't think of many places better to drop the kids off than that, right? Sauntered in with ease. There were staff around but nobody batted an eyelid.
That'll do nicely. Found my way to the bogs. A gentlemanly nod to the old fella just leaving them, and I chose my stall and got to work.
Thanks to me being low budget during the US trip, and not particularly dedicated to healthy eating, I can say that I'm very glad that this was, even by my own standards at that time, an exceptionally nasty, oily, gangrenous deposit that felt absolutely appropriate to the moment. Not that I'm under any illusion that this was in any way going to have any effects on anyone, let alone Jabba himself, but symbolically it felt pretty good. And btw, just as I was releasing it I thought to myself "this one is for biccies"
p.s. the toilet paper was surprisingly cheap.