My life was unmanageable because I could not stop doing drugs. I lost my family and there was no help or support from my own mother when I needed it. I am a security guard for Platinum Security. Some African Americans teamed up on me, getting me fired from my job in Stockton, California. After that, my wife started to cheat on me. When she found me doing drugs, she left me and divorced me, leaving me homeless on the street. Bad to say, I beat a homeless person and was sentenced to four years. I started getting bad health here from the environment and poor food.
Vanishing mindful memories incarcerate.
Downward dark sadness plays over again.
Envisions disease, anger stiffens, froze and numb.
Dysfunctional they.
Family cures only drugs.
Happens to my life.
Life being damaged.
Psychiatrist talks relate.
Hypnotize does work.
Do not care for them.
The sound of police singing a song.
I have apple meds.
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Johnny & Gregory
The letter is Johnny’s. The poem belongs to both of them.
