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July 6, 1990

Dr. Charles Unsworth & Associates, Professor.

Berkeley School of Psychiatry

14003 Santa Monica Boulevard, Beverly Hills, California90210

Summary of Treatment

Patient: John Doe

9:00 a.m. –

Patient John Doe, Caucasian male, unknown age, (35-50 yrs) came in to my office today for critical evaluation therapy. Patient was carrying a large tote bag of clothing. Patient Doe believes someone is watching him. Patient Doe says he has been followed here today. I asked Patient Doe why he feels he is being followed. He responds… “Through his eyes, I’d often see, the man, in the mirror. I follow him, because he follows me.”

Patient Doe is dressed as a Catholic priest. Patient refuses to remove his hat and sunglasses and does not want to be identified. Patient Doe drove three hours to personally seek out Dr. Unsworth. This appointment was made two weeks prior. The Patient was adamant about only seeing Dr. Unsworth. Patient Doe also wishes financial anonymity and pays in cash. Patient Doe is devastated over a recent rejection and the voluntary abortion by his spiritual wife. Patient Doe claims spiritual wife is an angel and is illegally married to another man without the approval of God. Patient denies history of legal psychotropic medicines, prescriptions, or psychiatric commitments. Patient would like to discuss alternative impulse-resistance therapy and alternative coping mechanisms. Patient also denies violent or suicidal tendencies. He pronounces a firm belief in the healing power of God but believes God has rejected him. Patient refuses to talk about his family and upbringing. Patient said only that he had a loving mother and father. Patient Doe works professionally with community members and offers professional advice. Patient complains of delusional hallucinations and reoccurring day and nighttime nightmares. Delusions have increased in severity during the last several years. Patient Doe is emotionally hurt but denies volatility.

I am unable to properly medicate due to lack of required legal information from Patient or medical history for dispensing. Patient admits to prior medication several years ago, obtained from a physician in Mexico. Denies recent use but will pursue medication in Mexico if necessary. Patient Doe believes his spiritual wife whispers to him in his dreams, that she will have his child on earth, and they will all be together in Heaven.

10:05 a.m. –

Patient excuses himself to go into bathroom.

Predetermination: Schizophrenic Delusional Disorder.

Nonviolent with concern of escalation.

10:10 a.m. –

Patient returns and is dressed in a brown police uniform but has no patches. Patient is very rigid in his speech and talks and acts like a police officer. Patient Doe ask me for my driver’s license, registration, and proof of my existence.

Patient Doe is not armed. Says he has an aversion to firearms, but that he feels he would enjoy hunting animals that are not faithful to their own kind. Patient groups some people as animals. Patient Doe begins to plead for help and asks for medication. Medication may be prescribed at next visit, if Patient Doe submits to lab tests. Patient Doe believes he is currently in one of his nightmares.

10:25 a.m. –

Patient Doe excuses himself and goes into the bathroom.

Determination: Patient Episodic Psychosis Disorder.

Concern of violence to self and others.

10:37 a.m. –

Patient Doe returns and lies on the couch. Says his name is Mona. Patient Doe is dressed like a woman and claims to be of African American Descent. Patient Doe says,

“All sluts must die.” Patient Doe says Mona has taken a boat ride out to sea and has jumped into deep water. Patient Doe says he will kill himself to be with her in paradise.

10:45 a.m. –

Patient Doe excuses himself and goes back into the bathroom.

Determination: Schizophrenic Delusional Disorder / Episodic Psychosis Disorder.

Concern of violence to self and others.

Emergency petition: In consideration for the health and safety of Patient Doe and the public at large, I will be ordering a commitment for an involuntary mental evaluation of Patient Doe. I will also notify police and attempt to establish domicile.

10:50 a.m. –

Patient Doe returns and is dressed in an orange jumpsuit. Patient Doe places a book on my desk, which I wrote in 1963. It is about Jonathan Florentino. Patient Doe tells me he never gave me permission to write this book.

Patient Doe lays down on the couch with his arms relaxed in comfort behind his head. Patient Doe is calm and silent. Patient Doe becomes very sarcastic and witty. Patient Doe says he will live forever. Patient Doe is very intelligent and calculating. Patient Doe asks me…

“Do you remember me?”

I inform Patient Doe, “Yes… Jonathan I do.”

Professional Medical Diagnosis:

Previous medical determinations are negative. Patient Jonathan Doe has no psychiatric or psychotic deviation. He is normal. He is an instinctual killer. He is the Flesh and Blood of his Father. Patient Doe is his own son. Patient Jonathan Doe will now kill me…

The man in prison orange stood up from the couch. He walked over to the door and locked it. He also closed the blinds. He knew he was the last appointment. Then he walked over to the old man. He raised the long knife up higher and higher, until it arched behind his shoulder. Then with one stroke, the blade flashed and found home, severing the old man through the cranium.


I REMEMBER THE DAYS– Freddy Howard Bensalem Class of 1986


I told you Scott, if you ever found a good photo I would place you on the cover of my first novel like you wanted. Good job Marine.
You shall NEVER be forgotten.


I told ya bro– all good.



By Freddy Howard

Bensalem Class of 1986

I remember the days if a you were going to get a call from a girlfriend at a certain time, then you had to rush home and make sure no one was on the phone.
This of course always inevitably led to a fight with your brother or sister who was somehow MAD DOGGIN on a blockade mission to destroy what little idea of a love life you thought you had at 13.
No worries, because then came the cordless phone. You could now shadow their every move as they walked around the house with the phone trying to piss under your skin even more…

But then came that super portable bag phone (in the 80’s… which became extinct after 3 years) that you could charge and talk for about an hour unless you plugged it in your cigarette lighter (My 1987 Chevy Camaro, thank you very much)

But then…. ahhhh!!! Came the call waiting (actually it came before… much before… but you see where I’m going with the analogy… catch the drift).

Now there was a little more wiggle room here, with this call waiting thing. The only problem was that you would have to stand there and make sure when the girl (or guy) called, your knuckle head brother or sister would answer because it signified their time was up on the phone and you found yourself standing in their door way

(Remember you were prohibited on pain of an ass whipping for stepping across that imaginary line. Yes!! Ass whippings by your moms, dads, grandparents and sometimes their close friends were legal back then)

Only the Brady Bunch taught us otherwise– just ask James… JJ’s father on Good Times

(Do you remember those shows?)


If you answered no to one of the above it probably means you would be seeking therapy if you couldn’t get a replacement cell phone in 24 hours.

Moving right along here…
Any one of my BENSALEM HIGH SCHOOL MATES who went to Samuel K. Faust Elementary, Neil Armstrong Middle or Benjamin Rush could easily recall the infamous DEATH CAMPS politically called DETENTION!!!! (Especially at Cecelia Snyder Middle School… the equivalent to Auschwitz) Uhhmm… yep…they could attest to some of the haywire shit that happened back when we actually had SMOKE BREAKS in high school (The 80’s… Maddonna was queen then and the BREAKFAST CLUB WAS REAL).

And teachers could tell you they were gonna be “CRACKING SKULLS MISTER” and it wasn’t meant literally (like “Peeling back your grape cap” or any ICE CUBE literal gangsta lingo like TODAY).

It only meant– “Listen, nimrod– you want to pass? Then put in 100% and if you only make 65 on the test but you tried (and you weren’t the class ass), I’ll float the 5% pass so we don’t dance again next year– and maybe even talk to your math teacher– my friend… deal?”

(And, no, teachers weren’t charged under the Federal  RICO statutes for making those kinds of deals with students back then)

Oh– and the CRACKING SKULLS MISTER thing– teachers wouldn’t serve fifty years in prison for terroristic threats either for saying that (It was a FRIGGIN  METAPHOR you turd)

Also, it was OK for your football coach to grab you by the face mask and walk you around the football field a bit because you kept screwing up the play. He could make you run a hundred hills to make you better and he wasn’t going to be “UNDER INVESTIGATION and SUSPENDED” because he SINGLED YOU OUT and he would not get sued for causing you PTSD as a result of some good old fashioned discipline.

(Yes, there was a time when the football coach was the unofficial king of the school, respected, whether or not the team had a winning season)

It was just tough love and it worked. He wasn’t going to be fired for assault, he just wanted you to make the team, he wanted to make you a winner.

My Bensalem High School mates were there and they sure as shit remember Mr. Cory and his “HIS & HERS” paddles in middle school

(Yes… girls were fair game too… Pennsylvania was a corporal punishment state… the teacher could f__#$%^ you up too, so long as they didn’t kill you, and you were a true A-HOLE and deserved any lesson you got… and they would too… just before your mom and dad did a second round on your drug addicted, disruptive *^%^ when you got home after hiding out in your friend’s room for three days missing…

Remember those friends??

No more friends like that around anymore. Today they’d dime you out faster than a fly can suck on some fresh cat shit (And they suck suck fast too).

The choice in middle school for acting like an ass-clown was a hard swat on the butt or two days in detention.

Most kids in Snyder chose the detention for good reason (That reason was Mr. Cory and his OFFICIAL SCHOOL TITLE– DISCIPLINARIAN)

And oh yea… back then a cop wouldn’t stoop so low as to lead a kindergartner out of the school in handcuffs for tugging on Suzy’s hair– that was NOT the local news.

Oh yea, I almost forgot… we were talking about the phone thing…


What sucked about the bag phone was even back then it cost you 60 cents a minute without roaming charges and a $1.20 outside your small geographic empire. I say empire because it was your world back then if you could afford one of these dinosaurs.

But it was all good, because LL COOL J took us a step further when he was spotted in one of his videos (or was it a movie??) talking on that wireless brick thing phone atrocity which looked like a satchel charge of C-4 explosive (remember that sh__i&%?).
but OK..

We all got wise and realized that $1.20 per minute was high in 1988, even by 2013 pricing standards. It was definitely for the ballers and businessmen.

So eventually we graduated in about 1993 to flip phones and pagers. Now, we are moving on up to the big time but I’ll let one of my other brothers or sisters from the 80’s finish here–I wasn’t gonna even touch the ATARI and PAC-MAN THING.