My niece hates to poop

I am so lucky to have four incredible nieces. My brother (Bob) and Val did a great job. That said, one of them is just as disturbed as me (in a good way) and I really feel a connection. She hates to poop. When I was in high school I realized how nasty pooping is. Guys would just sit on the toilet. My thought was: If there really is a god why would he/she let my left-over dinner come out of my butt in a stinky brown mush. My niece agreed. You think of all the hot Hollywood actors and they all poop. I guess I would let Ryan Gosling poop on me if he insisted.

Here she is when I lived on Haight Street and I think she was telling Mom she doesn’t want to poop or I will stab you. So the word poop has always been my go to word.

We all pretend that pooping doesn’t exists. I remember the first time I smelled my Mom’s poop. I thought how could my mom do that. For some reason smelling my mom’s poop was worse then my dad’s.

One of the side effects of three months of radiation treatment is it causes diarrhea. I had to poop everywhere. One day I came back from my radiation treatment and really had to poop. I parked in front of the Jehovah Witness hall by our house. Got out of the car and had to poop. So I pulled my pants down and did a big dump in front of their hall. It wasn’t a statements about Jehovah Witnesses but when it time go it’s time to go. But the tree I pooped on is doing really well,