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January 6, 2001
Dear Ampun,
I am so very sorry to be writing you this letter which I have postponed writing for a long time, but nearly three years have now passed since the fateful events of January, 1998 and two disturbing things have just happened with respect to your daughter.
On Wednesday, December 27, 2000, I found out that my taxi driver's hack license had been suspended. Actually, it had been suspended for a long time but perhaps because I have moved several times I had never received the notice. I found out when my taxi garage refused to give me a cab on the ground that my taxi license had been suspended.
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What was especially surprising was that your daughter's case against me was dismissed on November 19, 1998 and my taxi license had been suspended after that date. However, they explained that it takes them a long time to find out about the arrest and then they had sent me notices of a hearing. This created the possibility that they might want your daughter to testify at the hearing.
I went to the Brooklyn Criminal Court and obtained the complaint and a certificate of disposition. However, by the time I got back to 40 Rector Street, it was late in the day, so they told me to return the next day.
I returned the next day, which was Thursday, December 28, and submitted the documents. Just to show you that I am not making this up, I am including a copy of these documents. You will see down in the corner of the certificate of disposition, if you can read it, the time stamp:
RECEIVED
TAXI & LIMO. COMM.
2000 DEC 28 P 2:12
I am also including the complaint which your daughter made against me. I will not repeat what it says, but I think you will agree that it does not place your daughter in the most favorable light.
I was wondering if they were going to subpoena your daughter but, as it turned out, the documents I submitted were enough to get them to vacate the suspension.
I left. I took the A train from Broadway Nassau to West 4th Street and then went downstairs to take the Q train to 21st Street Queensbridge. Carrying these legal documents pertaining to your daughter in my hand, the most fantastic thing then happened:
At 4:15 PM, I was standing near the north end of the platform waiting for the Q Train, when I glanced behind me and standing there was a young woman who looked very much like your daughter.
I could not be sure, because she was wearing dark glasses and I could not see her face clearly, but impulsively I said, "Do I know you?"
She was reading the subway map and turned and walked away about ten or 15 feet. I did not follow her or anything like that. She opened her cellular phone and called the police.
I was close enough to hear her speaking to the police on the phone. I clearly heard her say, "He's wearing glasses."
I did not leave. I had done nothing remotely wrong. I had not touched her or followed her or said anything to her other than "Do I know you?" so I knew that they could not arrest me, and I was wondering what was going to happen next.
I was also wondering if this was really your daughter. She was a little different. She was a bit heavier and a bit more ruddy. For a while I thought that this was not your daughter, because your daughter always has her hair in a permanent wave, so she appears to have curly hair, and this girl's hair was straight. Then, I realized that your daughter probably does not bother with a permanent wave any more, and this is her natural hair. The last time I saw your daughter was on February 19, 1998 when she had me arrested, except that I saw her once in December 1998 walking up Wall Street when I was driving a taxi, so undoubtedly her appearance has changed in the nearly three years that I have not seen her.
Another problem is that your daughter has a very typical body type for an Asian woman. Many women look like your daughter, especially from a distance. However, this girl was exactly precisely the same height as your daughter, and that does not seem likely to be a coincidence.
After about five minutes, the B train came and the girl got on and left. I stayed. About one minute later, two police officers came down the stairs, obviously responding to the call. They looked around and saw me. They kept an eye on me. After about one more minute, the Q train arrived. I got on and the police got on the same car of the train with me.
However, when the train reached 34th Street, they got off and I continued on the train.
I have been wondering ever since if that was really your daughter. I have asked my friends, and they all agree that it was her. A normal woman would not pick up the phone and call the police just because a stranger said, "Do I know you?" This happened on a crowded subway platform near rush hour time. A normal woman would just walk away.
Another fantastic coincidence was that when this happened, I was wearing your late husband's brown sheepskin coat. I was wearing your late husband's black pants. I was wearing the light brown jacket your daughter used to wear. Everything I was wearing was the clothing you or your daughter had given me.
I think I did not mention this to you before, but when I stayed with your daughter for 12 days starting on October 12, 1997 at the apartment at 430 Buckingham Road, Apt. 737, Richardson, Texas 75081 (972) 669-9663, your daughter gave me six suits of clothing belonging to your late husband, Bill Howell. It turned out that he and I wear the same size. He had good taste in clothing and I have been wearing his clothing ever since.
So, when your daughter was standing behind me pretending to be reading the subway map, she could not have failed to notice that I was there, because I was wearing the clothing which she had given me!
Your daughter often said that her step-father, Bill Howell, had either molested her, tried to molest her, or at least had made a pass and tried to sleep with her when she was 13 years old. She often professed deep hatred of Bill, who died on September 18, 1995.
The story she often told me was that in 1987, Bill Howell, who was 60, had wanted to marry her sister, who was then 16. Bill had sent airplane tickets for her, her sister and mother to come from Thailand to Dallas. However, after arriving, her sister had decided that she did not want to marry Bill, so you had married Bill instead! As result, Bill, instead of getting a wife who was 16 years old, had gotten a wife who was 46!
Your daughter in the three months she lived with me told me every family secret your family has. The question is: Why would she do that and then have me arrested, especially on such an utterly baseless charge?
The fact is that I have still been keeping some of your daughter's secrets, in spite of the fact that she had me arrested. There is one particular secret which I am sure you know about because your daughter talks about it all the time, so I might as well tell you, which is that your daughter has herpes genitalis.
Of course, I have my own reason for wanting to keep this fact a secret, which is obviously that since your daughter has herpes genitalis, that means that I could have gotten it from her. I would not want anybody to know this, especially my prospective girlfriends.
Fortunately, I have been to the STD clinic many times since then. I have been checked out repeatedly at Belleview Hospital and the New York City Department of Health, and they have said that I do not have herpes.
I do, however, have something else to remember your daughter by, because she gave me another disease: Jock Itch.
On October 4, I went to the NYC STD clinic and Dr. Loubaton told me that I do not have an STD at all. What I actually have is "jock itch"? He gave me medicine: Mycelex or clotrimazole cream.
The problem is that I have had this medicine before. I apply it and the itch goes away. However, months or maybe a year later, it comes back again. This has been going on ever since a few weeks after your daughter left me in January 1998, which is when the first outbreak occurred.
I am absolutely certain that I got this jock itch from your daughter. Before I knew her, I had not slept with a woman in more that two years, in Indonesia in September 1995 to be exact.
After your daughter left me, I did not sleep with another woman for nearly two years more, until I went to Japan and met my current girlfriend in November, 1999.
Also, I remember your daughter applying some cream to her genitals which she said was for an outbreak of herpes. That seems to be similar to the cream I am now applying for my jock itch.
So, the good news is that your daughter may not have herpes after all. I asked Dr. Loubaton about this and he said that often doctors who are not specialists in the field misdiagnose herpes when the patient has a less serious affliction.
The bad news is that you and I both have a problem.
My problem is that, in spite of the passage of nearly three years, your daughter, whom I loved and to whom I was completely devoted, is still trying to destroy me. I will have to keep my guard up against what she might do or try to do to me forever. I have to be concerned that she may convince one of her prospective lovers to prove his love by causing me some serious harm or injury. At the same time, there is nothing I can do about this. I did not start the war with your daughter. She attacked me, for reasons which I have never, and probably will never, understand. And, she has been attacking me ever since.
I think about this every day. I go over the facts and try to remember what occurred that started all this. The reason I cannot remember is that I was half asleep at the time. I was not fully aware.
Here is what I remember: Your daughter was due to arrive home at about 11:00 PM on the night of Friday, January 16, 1998. She was working for a law firm and after that she took a class in a bar review course which ended at 10:00 PM.
After getting off from the law firm where I worked, I made a deal with my taxi company. Your daughter had arrived from Dallas and moved in with me on November 11, 1997. I had never driven a taxi since driving to the bus station to pick her up, because she had said it was demeaning to her to have a boyfriend who was a taxi driver. However, I had received a fine of $205 on one of my first days of driving, which my taxi company acknowledged was partly their fault, so they gave me a free taxi for a 12 hour shift. Normally I would have had to pay $100 for that shift.
I called home and left a message on your daughter's answering machine that I would not be home until 6:00 AM, because my taxi driving shift would end at 5:00 AM.
I got home at 6:30 AM, but your daughter was not home. Since she had the only key to the top lock of the house, I could not get into my own house.
I waited in front of my house until 5:30 PM. I was very tired, because I had worked in my law office all day, then I had driven a taxi for 12 hours, and now I was standing in front of my own house for 12 hours locked out and trying to get in. I was 36 hours without sleep.
Finally, my next door neighbor agreed to have his son climb to the roof of his house, climb over to my adjoining house and then come down the skylight to let me in my own house. This happened at 5:30 PM.
I invited the neighbor, whose name was Ken, into my house and took him upstairs to see my computer. After about 15 minutes, Ken left.
Then, I heard a noise downstairs. I went downstairs. The sun had just gone down and it had just gotten dark. I found your daughter standing in the darkened living room of my house.
I asked her what she was doing there. She pretended to be surprised by my question and said that she had been studying law books all day in the basement. She had not come upstairs for fear of waking me up, she said.
I accepted this explanation, but some time later I realized that it was not true. She had not realized that she had the only key to the top lock of my house. Therefore, she had not realized that I had been locked out all day. She had thought that I had been sleeping upstairs.
Also, the Caller ID said that she had called from Goldman, Sachs at 5:11 AM, so she could not possibly have gotten home before my arrival at 6:30 AM. Therefore, her claim that she had been studying law books in the basement of my house all day was a lie, not to mention that there were no chairs or tables in the basement of my house, just a bare concrete floor, and it is unlikely that she would sit on a concrete floor all day studying law books.
She finally admitted that she was lying and that she had been out all day. She did not give any explanation other than that she had been walking around New York City all day long.
I was not interested in having an argument over this. I wanted to put this behind us and forget about it. We were both very tired, so we both got undressed and got into bed together. Our bed consisted of quilts and blankets and a carpet on the floor. I put my arm around her, as I usually do when we are sleeping, and we both went to sleep.
What I next remember is that the following morning, I do not know what time, the phone rang and she got out of bed and answered the phone. She had a conversation with some unknown person and mentioned my name. When the conversation finished, she got back in bed with me and, of course, I put my arm back around her.
What happened next is what I do not know and I try every day to remember it. It is possible that we went back to sleep and the tussle happened an hour or two later. It is also possible that it happened right away. I really wish I could remember but, again, I was still half asleep.
What I am sure happened is that your daughter took some aggressive action against me. She either hit me, shoved me, pushed me or kicked me. I grabbed her to stop her from doing whatever she was doing. This only lasted about 15 seconds until she calmed down and I let her go. I certainly did not hit her or hurt her in any way.
Why did she do this? It could be because she did not like me putting my arm back around her, even though we had slept like that all night long.
Another theory that I recently came up with is that the person who called her on the phone was not her mother or her sister. Rather, the theory is that the reason she had not come home on the night of Friday, January 16, 1997 is that she had been out on a date with a man, possibly a fellow law student in the bar review course.
The date had not gone well. Every time she had a date, she seemed to be upset afterwards. She had not come home due to embarrassment or unhappiness and instead she had gone to the library of Goldman Sachs where she worked part time. Knowing that I would not be home until 6:00 AM, she had called home at 5:11 AM to collect all her messages from the machine before I got there.
Going further on this theory, the person who had called her on the morning of January 18, 2000 was the same man with whom she had had the date. Since she had mentioned my name, I had naturally asked who that was after she had gotten off the phone and back into bed with me. She did not want to tell me who it was, so she had kicked me or hit me, starting the ruckus, which only lasted about 15 seconds until she calmed down and I let her go.
That is my best recollection. I hope someday we will be friends again and she will tell me what really happened.
What I am trying to say is that this war is not going to end until your daughter decides to end it. I did not start the war and I do not have the ability to stop it. I admit that I still have feelings for your daughter, but I do not have any thoughts or hopes of getting her back. Fighting a long and endless battle accomplishes nothing for either one of us and I hope that your daughter will finally decide to end it.
Sincerely Yours,
Sam Sloan
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