More On 2004.

Another argument that started around 2004 is that I was a dangerous mental patient, and it would be better for everyone if I was just put in prison. I'd have all I need there. I know my Uncle Al at least said that. But I don't know where he got that from. But he pointed out that I'd get better mental care there probably. Or certainly more intensive, around-the-clock care, like I supposedly needed. Kind of like that Are there no prisons? scene in A Christmas Carol. I also had a fear of being a victim of police brutality, or tased specifically for some reason by the police, at one point in 2004 (they were saying on the news how painful it was). No one threatend me about that or anything. But the Dearborn police did pull me over and almost take away my license for pouring coffee in 2001, which had me worried about unfair treatment. And the one officer was very angry for some reason I couldn't figure out, swearing at me and insulting me as he motioned for me to roll down my window. Even though I thought I was alone, and I was just pouring coffee. I thought maybe it was because I looked like a dangerous mental patient to others, and that was their reaction. (Although the man who used to work for me told me once I don't look like a dangerous mental patient at all, which all has me confused.) Also people sometimes told me I was living in luxury when I should be working. Like the average American, working long hours for little pay and little time for myself, enjoying life very little or not at all. But the point was people seemed angry at me always even though I really did nothing.