Its a long long story. But when I went to court for my mushroom bust, I was ordered to go to Assabet Human Services for a drug treatment evaluation. Since then I've gone through a load of shit with them. I'm to tired to explain it now, but I would like to post this document that I just drafted. It is rather self explanitory. I hope to do chapter 2 this weekend.

Thursday, January 15, 2004
To Whom It May Concern:

First, I have a few things I wanted to make clear or left out of Chapter 0. I forgot to add the title "Autobiography: Atempt 3" When I said that my first memory is from the age of 3, I meant that that is the earliest I can remember anything from, but I don't remember having opinions until a couple years later. I also forgot to add that I called my parents by their first names, although it should be clear because of the Katy and David sentence.

It's January 7th, 2004. On August 27, 2003 I was busted for possession of 1/8 of an ounce of Psilocybin containing mushrooms. I say busted because it's not entirely clear whether I was arrested or not; the police took the shrooms and I got a court summons a few weeks later. Since then, I've gotten nothing but absolute shit from the system, (Big surprise, huh?) to the extent that I've decided to chronicle my story.