She didn't know where I went. She thought I disappeared. I freaked out and had a manic, panic attack in a park and they picked me up with an ambulance. When they picked me up with the ambulance somebody threw a backpack in the ambulance and said it was my backpack. It wasn't my backpack. I had no idea whose backpack it was. When they pulled the stuff out of the backpack, it had a bunch of dirty needles and all this other stuff in there, which I never used a needle in my life. That's why I'm still coherent and here and don't have AIDS and Hepatitis and nothing and neither does my wife. They put me in Rikers Island for two days. Then they put me in Bellevue for two days and then they asked me if I was ok to go home. I checked out this morning and came out here to see my friends.
Eddie aka Mad Dog