I just woke up from a cold sleep. And you’re on my mind. And I feel compelled to write this letter this morning.

Here’s the deal, gentlemen.

After being diagnosed with depression in the USMC I went out of my way to go to mental health services in Louisiana, which led to me taking 13 different prescription medications. I ended up taking meds for side effects of meds, for side effects of meds. Then my son was born. And just like my dream with the MARINE CORPS, my ailments got in the way, caused from the MARINE CORPS, and I woke up to a Dear John letter on the high chair.

After attempting suicide, I moved. I had to. No pills could bring that back. No pills could bring back my Corps. This went beyond Corps values. This went from the Corps, to my family. And it caused alot of horindous problems within it. It definitely caused the depression, and the onset of PTSD, and any decent understanding humans with a little bit of intelligence would understand this was caused from testifying against those goonheaded fucktards that YOU put me around.

SO WHAT I launched a rocket off the barracks. SO WHAT. It was bought at the PX. If you didn’t want that shit to happen to you shouldn’t have allowed them to be sold, and then used against Marines later as some kind of ammunition. That’s fucked up.

What else is fucked up? The fact I turned around, and was getting caught for “DRINKING UNDER AGE”. I was old enough to VOTE. Old enough to shoot a terrorist. OLD ENOUGH TO TESTIFY AGAINST DRUG DEALERS. But NOT OLD ENOUGH TO DRINK? Are you fucking serious right now?

Here’s something else that’s fucked up. After the kid was taken from me, and I couldn’t take the meds anymore because they had a paradoxical effect with me, I had to find ALTERNATIVE MEDICINE. So I ended up with a state recommendation for cannabis out of Colorado and a State PRESCRIPTION out of Louisiana for cannabis. AND THEN I end up as a ULC registered Hindu-Pagan minister that’s recognized for his NATIVE AMERICAN HERITAGE by Dakota Two-Feathers in Colorado, so I could use my medicine, as LEGAL SACRAMENT.

So you used that as a reason to kick me out too.

Then you use these psychological terms from this fucking cutsy doctor as some kind of derragotory terms against me and tried to insult my intelligence while I’m out here fighting the good fight, and legalizing the shit for the Marines you fuck up while enlisted to have a VIABLE SOURCE OF MEDICINE because your beloved VA doesn’t do shit for anyone anyways.

So whatever you decide at the end of the day, really, truthfully, can’t be no worse than what’s been done, and honestly? I lost everything in the persuit of happiness of CHASING THIS STUPID FUCKING DREAM that maybe one day I could get some recognition for doing the right thing that I was not only ordered to, but held liable for, when truthfully, and WE ALL KNOW IT, there should have been no charges brought up on me, for VICTIMLESS CRIMES.

But you sure as FUCK try to steer clear of the assault that I suffered and reported and did not investigate.

So fuck you anyways.

I got better shit to do than argue with a bunch of backwood jarheads that can’t get their story straight, their heads out of their asses, produce proper paperwork, and waits until 10 years to provide fucking medical records that I had to get from a goddamned FOIA request.

So call me whatever you want, at the end of the day…..

I didn’t ruin your life.

You ruined mine.

SEMPER FUCKING FI