=== wHy i lEfT === The two case managers showed up. (A woman a little older than me, and someone's my mother's age, another woman). THE first thing I told them was, "I want to move out and have another place to live." They were Freemasons or NWO clones or something, but listened. Over time, I was put into *(I think) some secret research program, and sort of enlisted by the government for certain work once it was made clear I had no comfort staying in one place. Have you ever seen the movie, "Friday" ? With Ice Cube..? The kitchen scene is the opposite in real life .. My father is already unhealthy, high blood pressure, and diabetes. He's had surgery twice, and cancer once. I did a statistic, and he would typically "at random" with cupboards and fridge always open, in the same area I ate my kratom (heroin) -- just standing there, eighteen times a day, staring at the food, and never eating much .. sometimes he would just move pans around. I think him and my mother both wanted to be closer to be, but I was on heroin, and I just wanted to be high and on the internet all day. "How come whenever I'm in the kitchen .. YOU in the kitchen..???" There was a "13 year old girl" next door who shouted 'psychic obscenities' from across her property at me. Another neighbor seemed to really have it in for me, known as Diane. She ran extremely loud lawn equipment at the edge of her property each time I would try and make a good acoustic track. Almost always. I remember seeing her standing there with her hands on her hips, pointing at the same crew I used to work with, now torturing me with machines. Another neighbor used a chainsaw on metal objects for an entire week to disrupt my work. White vans were starting to crowd me, and I was practicing telekinesis in the form of magnetic exercises all day long. I went outside and smoked pot, and did aerokinesis whenever I wanted to. All I wanted was escape, and "EVERYONE" was fucking with me. The kratom I did was legal.. I didn't drink .. and I only smoked weed. Finally, it was made obvious to someone I might be becoming a part of the NSA, and that I was a ex-hacker, and while all of this was going on I "needed to be drunk enough to respond to the hackers." In the end, my drinking got me, and I was put in a chokehold by the local police, I had to do judo to get out of. I was sent to the E.R., killed two hitmen in Acadia, ended up in Dorothea Dix looking like a gangster, and now I am living here. I visit home every now and then, but I actually killed a sum total of five people while I was in the hospital. The white van parked outside Dorothea Dix was 100% there because of me. One day, "dinosaur man" (someone I truly hated) was talking about a "cat getting run over by a car and how sad that would make you feel" -- quickly, and very promptly, I watched NSA workers set up tables and boards outside of the group about twenty feet away. And started with saws cutting wood as loudly as they could while he tried to speak. It was funny how angry he got, because he complained. I never took another one of his groups after that. Cool how no one thought it was funny but me. Three of my neighbors filed complaints about me, out of no reason, or logic alone, and they even lied that I went onto people's property, when I stayed at my house and the power station the whole time. - Brendan Lee Sprague