Well, after brain trauma, and no medicines given, I was sent home to live life. They deemed that NO MEDICINE would correct any of my injuries. They gave me a shower chair and an eyepatch, then sent me home. They knew the extent of my brain damage. If they had any medicine that would help, I would've received it.

Three days after I returned home, I found cannabis and my eyepatch was soon a thing of the past. I never used the shower chair. I never was given any medicine to regain feeling on my once-paralyzed right-side. Cannabis works for that.

A year and three months later, I went back to college and saw a doctor for my tinnitus. No medicine was given. I was left to keep it. Cannabis hides it. I can only imagine it, after I smoke.

And, then the Venture Van which gave me permanent pain. I gave legal medicine a try for a year, before my doctor took me off of the final two experimental medications.

I gave them chance after chance. I tried. They only screwed me up. I needed cannabis to save my life, once again. Am I the Devil?