Until it hits

The moment of aroma purgatory. The zen stillness in your head from the moment you hear the flatulence until you either a) are hit with the expected wave of shit ether or b) enough time has passed that you can be reasonably assured breathing will not end in death. That fucking moment where you forget everything except to breath. If I could only focus on life as intently as people focus on the anticipation of a fart…I would be a millionaire.