Since we last spoke, my love, a lot of things have happened. I write these words from the second locked mental ward I've been in this quarter. The last one was at Union Memorial Hospital, in July, I think, or August, but it doesn't matter — I also spent time in jail. The mayor's office on the television is now issuing a cease and desist letter to my enemies at the Occupy Baltimore movement. The Occupy movement turned out to be bullshit. This man called Cullen Stalin, a man I've never had a conversation with, started a shit-talk campaign against me.
Anyway, I've reached a new conclusion, as an anarchist and as a man. I've found a new and simpler way to say it. After having all my possessions stolen by the authorities TWICE this year, I have this to ask: if we in the "bad" neighbhorhoods (I now live on the west side again, and I must say I cannot complain) actually thought that more police and more guns were the solution, why wouldn't we come up with these things ourselves? Don't we have solutions for all the other problems the system doesn't solve for us (don't we always find a way to grocery shop despite being miles from the grocery stores with no wheels?)
It's hard for me to focus. I know that this ward is another tool of the authorities. This isn't to say that I don't need medication; I've been clear on that since my ejection from the army. It wasn't until my last hospital stay, at Union Memorial (during which a cop named Romeo and two of his cronies from the northern district of the BCPD stole $14K cash from me — I was trying to buy H's father's house at 3733 Keswick at the time). After I was released from the hospital, though, I had a confrontation with my then-landlord, Dan Ewald, and he managed to have me arrested (bailed out 30 hours later), evicted (totally without grounds or legality), completely robbed (he made off with my wallet — later trying to use my PayPal debit card, if anyone wants some proof — and my MacBook [my new MacBook Pro was stolen in this last incident, I suspect] and my camera and all my valuabless). Long story, but the good thing about this all was that I have a witness for everything. Even if her and I are no longer going to be living together, she has no reason to lie to or about me, and she'd gladly confirm all this. She happens to be a literary agent.
Anyway, a lot's happened. I must say I am more against hierarchy than I have ever been. I look forward to the coming storm. These hospitals are used like jails now. If you don't believe me, get yourself locked up in a mental ward, and then go to jail. Look for the similiarities. This one isn't so bad. I was here several years ago. I am the reason we are allowed to use computers. I bet I could find the e-mail in my gmail account to prove that. The reason was that I didn't have phones or the abilitiy to regularly use phones back then.
The sad thing is that these are the same computers we had back then.
I think I'm in love with a girl in my neighborhood and I think I want to marry her and raise her daughter with her. Actually she lives in my building, not just my neighborhood. I now live on the corner of North and Appleton. I'm satisfied there. I'm hoping today is the day the doctors decide to release me. You see the trouble is that even when you are "voluntary," and even when you follow the letter of the law in these places, it still all comes down to what another person, who gets to go home each night and has nothing on the line outside (of course I'm going to have to struggle to stay in school now), says about my life. Her name is Doctor Knight at the University of Maryland Medical Center.
I think my friend Isaac probably got arrested out in Oakland California.
I just want to get back to my life.
That's all.
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