A young man walks into a public restroom. Realizing he's alone, and wanting to preserve his privacy should another enter, he decides it wise to step up to the furthest most urinal in the restroom. Standing there between those sea foam green dividers he looks down in preparation for the unzipping. In doing so he catches a view of the stall floor next to him. Expecting to see nothing more than a set of ankles with pants bunched up around them, he's suddenly startled. There, lying on the cold tile of that stall floor, face down, eyes closed, mouth bleeding and motionless.... is a teenage boy.
Okay, so here's the story. A few weeks back my companion and I decided we'd head out to Buffalo and spend our preparation day with the elders out there. Prior to this trip I'd heard some buzz about this "special" hot sauce all the missionaries out there had been eating and that upon our arrival we'd have the opportunity of trying it as well. So that morning we show up at the Buffalo chapel and sure enough, first thing we're invited to do is try the hot sauce.