So I got a replacement Sequoia. After having it for a few weeks I got psychotically manic. Winter was in full swing in the Uintah mountains. Not sure why, but I parked it up in the Uintahs and broke a bunch of shit on the interior of the truck. I think the reason I was ripping the interior apart was because of delusions that the modern technology in the truck was somehow being tracked and if I performed rituals on it I could make it impervious to evil. Trying to explain a delusion is difficult. Its very hard to describe. I ripped the airbag off the steering wheel, I also jammed my knife into the dash a few times. I drove around with the knife in the dash until I wrecked the truck. I also tore the rearview mirror off, and put stickers all over it. 

It’s so very hard to remember what happened in each episode, what the timeline was, and what events were in which episode. So I’m just going to recount the events and if they are in the wrong order, oh well. 

I went and visited my dear, sweet sister. I drove all over the Colorado mountains and took a long time to get to Colorado Springs. I was manic and she tried to get me help, but I wouldn’t listen. I left her place and in a roundabout way manically headed back to Dutch John. I went over hwy 40.

Between steamboat and Craig, CO I was tailgated by a dude in a sporty little car. I brake checked him a few times, but he kept on tailgating. So I pulled over, let him go by, then I started tailgating him. I would pull up alongside him and swerve at him. I’m so lucky I didn’t kill myself or him and his family. Yeah he was driving like a dickhead with his wife and kid. I found out he had a wife and kid in the car because he pulled over in Craig, CO and I assumed he did it so we could fight. That was not his intention. At least not when I got out of my truck. I took off my belt to beat him with it. I approached his car and I saw his wife and small child. The kid was crying, he and his wife looked terrified. With how he was behaving I didn’t expect a wife and child. It shocked me so I jumped in my truck and high tailed it out of the parking lot.

The cops were right on my tail. I wasn’t thinking clearly so I ran. At the time I didn’t know that was a felony. Not that it would have mattered. It didn’t take them very long to surround me. I got out of the Sequoia to guns drawn on me. I had enough sanity to comply, so I put my hands on my head and kneeled. They threw me to the ground and cuffed me. They had these cuffs that had a bar in between the cuffs rather than a chain. I was being a belligerent ass. I asked what my charges were he said, “You’re being charged with felony alluding.” So I harassed him saying, “What was I alluding to? You dumb pig, it’s eluding, not alluding.” I can attest to the fact that you shouldn’t call a cop a dumb pig. He had little tricks to hurt me. We were on his body cam so he couldn’t just beat me. He positioned his body so you couldn’t tell what he was doing with his hands. He twisted the bar on my cuffs causing me to writhe in pain. As I would start to squirm he would say, “Stop resisting, stop resisting.” Then twist the cuffs more. 

We got to the jail and I was compliant. At first. The corrections officer was kind. He put me in a cell with a book, Dante’s Inferno. I read a little bit of the preface, I thought I was experiencing hell at that moment. My emotions were raging. I ripped the camera off the wall, and threw it against the wall. Then I broke a piece of the sink off. I was swinging the piece of sink around beating the cell with it. The correction officer got me to put the piece of sink down. He put me in cuffs. Then he moved me into a concrete room. I remember seeing moving images of animals, angels, demons moving along the concrete. I waited for what seemed like an eternity, the whole time contorting my body in different positions. 

A couple of EMTs arrived with a half dozen cops to transfer me to Mind Springs mental hospital in Grand Junction, CO. The EMT begged me not to spit on him. He seemed really scared. I’m sure he’s had some bad experiences with mentally ill patients. They strapped me to some kind of wheelchair with restraints. Then they gave me a shot of some kind of sedative. The sedative calmed me down enough for transport. I’m thankful they took me to the mental hospital, it’s so terrible to be in that state of mind in jail. In jail you will be in solitary confinement with fluorescent lights on full blast. I think now psych hospitals don’t take people from jail. The justice and mental health systems are so broken. I think it may depend on the jail and the judges on your case.

I don’t remember my time in Mind Springs. I just remember they gave me clothes, a Chicago Bears t-shirt and sweatpants. Now they just toss you in disposable clothing, and it feels humiliating. My sister and her boyfriend towed my Sequoia from Craig to Colorado Springs. Then once the mental hospital determined I was stable they gave me a ride from Grand Junction to Colorado Springs. From there I went back to Dutch John, UT.