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Gina, you have always been such a good friend! I believe I am safe now! I turned myself in to a local mental hospital. I walked in dressed in a disguise, a well worn chicken costume, painted in zebra stripes. It was the cheapest thing in the store! I told them I was an escapee from Vito's basement, and I was hearing voices and seeing flying pigs. I pretended to be pulling an imaginary wagon with wolverines on it. I pointed to the ceiling, and showed them the Gandy Dancers that only I can see. Every few seconds I laughed and whooped and hollered, then I sat down and cried. I asked them when dinner was served, and if they could bring me a fresh killed skunk and some palmetto bugs with cream cheese and a glass of prune juice with vinegar. I asked for a radio, so I could hear Abraham Lincoln speak, as I do every night. They had me talk to three psychiatrists and a social worker. I told them each a different story, and asked if I could be handcuffed to the bed, and if I could talk to Elvis Presley when he came in. After a long meeting, they told me that I could not stay, and I was obviously faking! I asked them if they could loan me a few machine guns and some ammo, until I get a job. They told me that unless I was willing to take a job as managing director, to earn my keep, that I would have to leave. SO now I am on the way to YOUR house!!!! I hope you have an extra room................... Ken "On the road again......." PS, Gina, do you have any weasel food? I LOVE that stuff!