Marlon

“But the whole thing didn't look right to him and he was seeing a bright shearing radiance of colors and things breaking down into their constituent parts and then reassambling again, only not in the same way, not the same way at all, and what he was feeling was pain, sharp and demanding, pain in his own gut, and he didn't think twice about it, just pulled down his pants and squatted there and took a rank and a violent shit.”
― T. Coraghessan Boyle, The Harder They Come