Looking back I guess it all started when I was younger getting bullied in grade school by the janitor's son. Sure things were supposed to be fair but hey, it was the janitor's son. My revenge started with dumping trash on the floor to defecating aside the toilet as my underhanded way of getting even. It was well known the janitor of this small grade school had a mean way of dealing with his own kid. After grade school my fecal habit subsided to maybe 5 times a year for various reasons.

Later in life I was 20 something and attending Chemeketa community college in Salem Oregon. One day for no reason I decided to smear fecal waste on the bathroom wall than go report it to the janitor as though I just discovered it.

It amused me seeing the look on her face yet at the same time it seemed to relieve the stress of my first month of college. The drama and excitement of doing this and knowing that the campus cops were on the look out for me was addicting. A year went by and a reward of 500 dollars was offered after a feces was found burning in the sauna. I was eventually caught when a campus officer walked in the bathroom after me. Apparently someone at my work (Regal Cinemas) read the student news paper and thought it was suspicious that the same thing was happening at my work. I was asked to come to the office where they asked if I was "the shitman" I told them no and they called me a liar. I asked them if they had proof but they did not, only a plugged toilet (A trade mark of my messes). Since that did not provide proof they just told to never come back.

Regal Cinemas also known as Fecal Cinemas knew I was the shitman but could not prove it so they just said they did not need me any more. My girlfriend left me after finding a bag of feces in my bathroom and putting everything together.

I ended up moving to Beaverton and attending PCC. A month later I started the same feces smearing that I had done before. For awhile I attempted to try to get help via Poopreport.com.

Registering as The_Shitman, I seemed to fit in until I opened my mouth. After seeing the negative comments to my weird story something snapped and my lust for negative attention plus drama got the better of me.

From what started as a story about a guy with a bad habit of smearing feces on walls, door handles, saunas and sink spouts seeking help, became a guy who was just going out of his way to support what PR calls Turd Terror. I tried to argue saying it was fecal art but I was not fooling any one. After awhile and many 2nd chances I was banned.

I finished PCC and went to PSU for my BA and still continued to smear my defecations on walls. I smeared with a fecal vengeance and was never caught. Someday this could become something much worse, my studies into my bad habit have suggested that although no sex is involved (and I am NOT into scat) this is still sexual in nature.

Many sex offenders have done stuff like this and even though I am NOT into children, this still makes me a sexual offender. Whether this is correct or not, it still scares me.

This is just a floater compared to my life's story but I hope it offers some insight. In 2002 I came seeking help from PR but choose instead to piss on the ones who could have maybe helped me understand why I do this. Today I came back to apologize and let people know that I am sorry for the way I treated you.

I will NEVER be a PR member again, I shat on that and don't deserve it. But I do plan on getting help for this and will bury the_shitman where he belongs, in my past.

Thank you Poop Report I really would like to again apologize to people like Ass Phlegm, Doinker and all the other old timers who put up with me. I also realize that public bathrooms are dirty enough or stink with over powered fresheners that can only make you imagine what a gas chamber is like. They don't need me making them worse.

Thank you,

Harry
Someday ex shitman.