Molson Hart

#STARTUPS. Okay, so now my pants are totally soiled and I've even got poop running down my legs. I frantically find some place to park and as I remember it was on a side street kind of in a field nearby Yale. I take like a 10 minute break just to gather my thougths 11/n

I am totally covered in shit. Okay, I'm still going to give this presentation. I leave the car there (even though I have no right ot park there) and walk towards Yale campus. All the bathrooms and doors to the campus are locked because it is after 7 or something. 12/n

Finally, I see a female professor darting out of one of the doors. I try to go in after she leaves. "You can't go in there." "Look, I really need to go to the bathroom." "you can't" "Look, just trust me...I need to go." "ugh...fine, but make it quick." 13/n

I'm in a dress shirt, an undershirt, and black jeans. I dart into the handicapped bahtroom and she fucking follows me (jesus christ!) and waits outsid ethe bathroom. I probably looked ghostly like some sort of heroin addict or something. 14/n

So, now I have got to figure out how to clean up all the shit on my body. I, not sure why, decide to use my nice overshirt (itts possible because I got poop on it anyways because it was tucked in) to clean up the mess. So I'm in that bathroom using my over shirt to clean up 15/n

all the poop on my legs and body, trying to not smell like death. And then that fucking professor starts knocking on the door!! So I start to haul ass and do the best I can. I clean up sort of. I get out, she's pissed and I say something like "you don't understand." 16/n

I'm now in a white undershirt and black jeans and smell like shit. I go to the DEN shark tank function and people are like trying to shake my hands and stuff and I'm just trying to keep a distance because I smell like I just shit my pants, which I did. 17/n

I give my presentation. I lose. I am so fucking pissed. Like irate. I did all this and then I lost? the world is NOT FAIR. It's not supposed to be like this. I remember driving like 110 on i95 on the way back screaming. It destroyed me. And I lost to two middle-aged women 18/n