Original poem written and read, New Year’s Eve. Something must be said of my last song. I fully intended for it to be the last. However, my sister saw some of my more morose writings and called my Dad and 911. I had about 8-10 cops in my front room. I demanded that they leave, but they wouldn’t. I retreated to the kitchen where they beat the crap out of me, and hauled me to the mental hospital. Stayed a week. I’m better now.