June 1998
Somewhere, Japan
Draft #7
After years of pain and frustration, of constant hiding and flat out lack of understanding which is to be expected because there is no information on the subject at hand, I stand here, possibly alone, to defend the truth.
Draft #7
Dear Taro Gomi,
Though I respect you as a person I do not
respect your opinion and that is exactly what your book is, an opinion. Not
fact! In fact, it’s just a load of crap. Pun intended.
After years of pain and frustration, of constant hiding and flat out lack of understanding which is to be expected because there is no information on the subject at hand, I stand here, possibly alone, to defend the truth.
Listen well Mr. Gomi. An elephant may do it, a
mouse may do it and even a little Japanese boy might do it, BUT not everyone
poops. So stop saying it. Stop writing it. Stop selling copies of your book of
lies.
I hate you Mr. Gomi. You are a mean,
insensitive man who has no idea what it means to be umm, poopless. Yeah!
Poopless. No, what? Dumb Henri. Dumb. Constipated? Without digestion? Unable to
defecate? Defecateless? NOT A WORD HENRI! Oh, but poopless is? Use your brain.
Without the number two. Just a number one,
please. I use less toilet paper. Saves money! And that’s important.
Crap. What the hell am I writing? I’m writing
crap about crap. Crap in my intestines. Crap in my tummy. No crap in the
toilet.
Mr. Gomi, I am a loser who cannot poop. I want
to. This isn’t a lifestyle choice. But I can’t. And it hurts. It has silently
destroyed, or better yet, been the driving force of destruction throughout my
life.
I am 18
years old Mr. Gomi and your book, “Everyone Poops” is giving me a complex. Fix
it. ‘Cause no one else knows how.
Sincerely,
Henrietta M. James
P.S. Dumb, I can’t send this.