The flow of nature

You know, sometimes it's great being a guy, especially during those times when you urgently need to take a whiz.
We men, being the provider and bread winner for our family, can't always pick and choose when we can get to a rest room. We men have all had that time when we would hold our urine in expectation of a more comfortable moment. That moment can come in any place.
Holding back what may seem like the Pacific Ocean of piss, a man seeks a pleasant location, that is, if he is still unable to get to a rest room, to let the waters flow. An alley, a doorway, against a wall or by the parked cars, somewhere less traveled by other would be sufficient, as long as some privacy can be had, and out of the way of roaming police officers, because urinating in public is a violation and much frowned upon.
Speaking for myself, I like to pull into a secluded alley somewhere, and boy, there's nothing like the feeling of letting go, with the birds chirping and the smell of fresh flowers. Sometimes I live for that moment.