Chris ate shit for the 3rd time in his life on his 30th birthday. Which just happened to be aligned with the summer solstice. He pined for day when he could chew turds without being judged by his peers.
Life was very tough.
Chris marches along the tall row of sidle bites. Chewing licorish to enhance the flavor of his 3rd piece.
On Chris’ 43rd birthday he ate shit for the 4th time, possibly many more. He’d stopped counting long ago. Betwixt bites Chris used a magicians palming technique to hoard pieces for later.
He’d become quite greedy.