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What It’s Like To Have a Suicide Shower
The shit just got real
When I moved down to Guatemala in October of 2015 I honestly didn’t know how long I was going to stay or if I’d even like it. I told my family back in Canada “I’ll be back in June!!”. June came and went. And another June. And then 3 years had passed, and I’m still here.
It’s suffice to say I love it here and this is home now.
I knew I would be giving up a lot of first world things like
- real chocolate bars
- good affordable salon professional hair products
- red licorice
- Shopper’s Drug Mart
and many more things. One thing I didn’t realize I would be sacrificing is a normal shower. You know the kind. You turn the knob and super hot water comes out with a shit ton of pressure and it’s safe.
Ya, those.
They don’t really have those here. What they do have is a shower head attached to a pole that has wires coming out of it and taped so it doesn’t fall off.
