After a moment he felt safe. Safe enough at least. He knew that he'd be safe there so long as he stayed still. He wouldn't be found by any hostiles. How did he know? Too much experience in 'the field', he thought.

The safety had him relaxing a bit. He could hear the birds sing. They sang as though there was nothing happening. Just a regular day.

It felt a bit peaceful here. The pain was ok. He felt the grass and dirt against his back. He stared up into the key. The peace kept coming. More and more. And then suddenly he began to feel the heaviness down by his groin. He had to piss.

He lay there trying to hold it in for the next twenty minutes. Got to a point where he would need to wiggle to prevent it from coming out. Couldn't move that much though. The bush would rustle. Then he wouldn't be safe. so he let the piss just come out.

As the 

urine

leaked through his cargo pants he began to cry in silence. How had he ended up here? Was this 

life

?

There had been a point in life when he was young and invincible. With an empty beer can in hand, looking for the next fucking can. He stayed up late. The old people seemed so stupid.

Now he was old. Laying in his own piss. Hiding in a bush in a city he had never heard of until just a week ago because he had fucked up a job. Life had a funny way of spitting in your face.

He thought about that. Then Dave began to laugh. Quietly.