Vapors.

Picture this: Me, N, and T in a Subaru Outback,(affectionately named "Fatboy"), blasting beats, having deep (and not so deep) conversations. I'm sitting in the back seat, sprawled out, windows down, basking in the sorely missed warmth of the sun while admiring my breathtaking, majestic surroundings. Suddenly, ohhh mann, I felt my insides gurgle and moan, not from hunger, but from a bodily reaction of a more sinister nature. Yeah, you know what I'm talkin' about. Now normally, it wouldn't be a big deal, I would just go to the bathroom, laugh it off while grossing people out, or discreetly let it slide. However, we happened to be in a moving vehicle that seemed to absorb every single stinking odor it encountered, most likely due to it's long and sinewy frame.Unable to withstand the discomfort any longer, I decided to try and discretely unleash this silent- but- deadly amorphous monster unto unsuspecting comrades, with hopes that the fresh mountain air would aid my in concealment. Unfortunately, since my window was the only one rolled down, my attempts to direct the fresh air current in my direction and back out the window were unsuccessful.My concentrated air- stream simply blasted straight to the front of the car, flooding the cabin with stale air. It was almost scary how quickly the car changed from a place of carefree wild abandon to a deathly gas chamber from hell. The bowels of "Fat Boy" were writhing in fits of wide-spread panic that quickly turned into pandemonium, as every orifice of the poor car was opened in attempts to abandon the smell. Much to T's dismay, similar outbursts were repeated several more times during the expedition, and due to N's vast knowledge of my tendencies, were more effectively dealt with. However, my incidents were not without repercussions. That night I was delegated to the lumpy,lofty top bunk in the beach house, on account of the well known bit of knowledge , taught to many of us by Bill Nye the Science Guy... "gas rises".