March 5, 2002
Simmons found himself crapping out blood again. Not much blood, mind you, but a little is a lot when it comes to finding blood mixed with your shit and seeing burning red toilet paper in your hand. This had happened before. Simmons had been shitting blood off and on since childhood. He didn't know why then and didn't now. He was big on anal hygiene; perhaps he'd wiped or scrubbed out his asshole to damn aggressively. That said, he was no health nut. His putrid diet, some sort of parasites, or some shredded insides could all be involved. Worried him.