3 Crabs

Breakfast consisted of sausage, scrambled eggs, cantaloupe, pancakes
and potatoes. I devoured the meal and took seconds, finishing the eggs
off nearly an hour later. I ate no lunch, but periodically stole a
cocktail onion from the refrigerator, and drank 3 beers during the
course of the day. They were German beers: Beck’s. At dinner time, my
father and I drove to “The Three Crabs” restaurant where I ate salad,
clam chowder, scallops, French fries and coal slaw. I plan to drink
more beer this evening. My discharges as of late can only be described
as horrible. They are surprisingly redolent, and often times it seems
they mirror my victuals within only 5 hours. Every day I worry about
my consumption, as relative to what I ate while living in Japan, the
food here is quite toxic. I feel the bad humors creeping out of my
pores, my mouth, my dick and my anus. Often times I feel constipated,
my anal walls itch and are generally irritated – the general malaise
associated with my gastro-intestinal tract is almost unbearable. I do
not wish to become accustomed to this food, as I know that it is
disgusting. Once I become accustomed to it, I surely will be infected
with many kinds of filth