Sequence of events leading up to chokehold from the police and aftermath:


1. Bottle of rum (purchased legally).

2. Drank bottle of rum.

3. Proceeded to rail on the public, through videos, and Facebook posts, boasting about my time travel exploits, and all of the people I've taken down.

4. Eventual post on the subject of a girl named "Amy" who is my neighbor (I thought) that was EMP'ing my studio on a constant basis.

5. Cops show up to my door following a brawl with my father, who I "threw magnetically" with a lighter in-between both of us, and a slight push on the shoulder. He went ten feet.

6. The cops used brute force interrogation on me; asking me the same question over and over again about "Amy."

7. I provoke the cops, and they jump on me.

8. Judd___, one of the cops who has been harassing me for most of my adult life is there.

9. I think they're trying to kill me, so I use Judo to escape from the chokehold. It is also captured on a recorded video.

10. I'm driven to the hospital with a fake bail bondsman, with no arrest.

11. I am tortured in the E.R. by my own doctor, and the nurses there. Nightmares, bad food, cruel harassment, meanness from everyone around me. I got up and walked out of my room, out of the front door of the hospital at one point, and started to run.

12. An old lady, who I asked for help from, just to use the phone, called the police to my location instead.

13. I am brought back to the hospital E.R.

14. I get my guitar, and tune it to a special tuning, and start to use the hospital IPad on a daily basis.

15. One night, I order "stiff drinks" from KFC, and get drunk in my room, and watched the movie, "The Arrival."

16. I did tai chi for an hour straight while staring at the clock.

17. I'm sent to Acadia, where I fell in love with a girl named Amy.

Adrien Brody, Mel Books, Artie Lange, the girl from Portlandia, and Joe Pesci were also at the hospital with me.

Judd___ has a Instagram page I've now found, and he lies about being a cop online, claiming to be a "runner" so he can probably hope to meet more girls, since most girls wouldn't go out with a cop.

He looks skinny, and pathetic, wearing a baseball cap, and has far less followers than me.

He also has a weird name, and I've discovered since all of this, that I made almost $130 in royalty money from my music while being hospitalized.

I also performed radionic voodoo on countless nurses and patients who offended me there.

I now wear what I call my "electric coat." A red and black Magneto-style coat, with a copy of the King James bible in it. It also containts metal from tea-bags, from the strongest tea I drink, and a certain amount of white and black crystals. It was in the hospital lost & found, and given to me for free.

I've learned how to shock people with just my hands now, when I wear my rings a certain way. I bet all I really need is the gold-edged metal of my King James Bible, though.

Amy is the girl from the movie, "Poltergeist."

She's actually a lot like Maria Clemm.

I'm still in love with her, but she lied about having a boyfriend when we had our fling -- she has a husband.

I still care about her, though.

I've realized I was the victim of a hate crime, on a different level.

The cops thought I was "inventing my theory" about clones, but I wasn't. Since I wrote on my facebook, that after using the Tesla deathray, I had (in nicer words this time) "subdued the clone-girl next door."

When I was in Acadia, a man who was about ninety was haunting me over my guitar-playing, and I kept ignoring him. He kept harassing me about being a songwriter.

I let him know I wanted him to stay away from me. I kept playing my guitar, in spite of him.

He heard me play one night, in my special B-tuning, and I saw through a crack in his door, with his arm out ..

He was lying on the floor, on a mattress in a massive pool of blood -- and the mattress was filled with blood -- and his hand was in the air. A nurse was with him. One of the prostitutes (a med nurse) who treated me very poorly (Kim / Pattie).

He looked like he had cut his wrists with something.

Five minutes later, I saw him walk out of his room, holding his hands in the air, with a vexed look on his face, staring at his hands in disbelief.

Amy, wherever you are, I still miss you, just as a person. As a friend.