I was too busy dying from unnamed disease and surgery which left me a skeleton with no money or friends to hold my hand except one. Yup. Too busy fighting to stay alive to see how this ends. Maybe the bad guys didn't like what I did and do as my work. Might hurt them slightly. Maybe it was just a coincidence that doctors had never seen a case like mine before. Maybe I don't know what's really going on. But I have helluva story to tell if I live to old age. PTSD alleviation would be helpful. Got any yummy shrooms? May 🍄 helps. Keep up the fight for a better world.