nccotus

that phrase used to play through my mind a long time ago.

as something that would never come.

it took being stuffed in a body bag and being left by the side of the road near Reading PA outside of a psych Ward, known as TBH2, to make it real.

That was 2 or 3 years ago.

Noone wanted to know me after that.

This was Lipsey’s vicious intent. Cut me off socially and the rest was easy.

unfortunately for Lipsey this was not God’s intent.

I weathered 17 months at an ALF fighting off poisonings and untreated illnesses such as pneumonia and threats of gang rape, and finally gained the attention of Ian my son, to get me out of there, gave notice and left, to be secreted in another county, where the threats are thinner and lesser, and I have left all of this aside, to begin to pick up real life again, never to revisit that bad sick moment in my life ever again.

Heads will roll.