I had no argument with the police wrapping me up in a straightjacket and taking me to the hospital. I had tried to jump through a window and was acting in an erratic manner. But they didn’t have to be so rough. I’m not very big and have never hurt anyone, and I had only tried to jump through the window to prove to God I was worth saving. I tried to explain: As soon as I proved my faith, all the bad stuff was supposed to stop. The voices and agitation and need to do things to stop worse things from happening was supposed to go away. It didn’t.
