I wrote a letter, this morning, and, I'm wondering if I'll have the secret service watching me, because I mentioned Al-Qaeda.

Check it out:
Dear President-Elect Barack Obama & V.P.-Elect Joe Biden, after living nineteen years as an athlete, a painless, yet, dramatic life-changing event occurred in my life, without my knowledge. It was a car-accident, and, my body shut down wiping out five previous days and a few subsequent weeks out of my memory. Everything that I worked for, in life, had to end, with the exception that I still had hope to make music out of a guitar. Ever since a second car-accident, I've nearly given that up, because the second car-accident has given me permanent left-sided pain, which I wake up with every morning.
Cannabis prohibition is killing me. Everything I've been asked to try, I've taken, but, nothing works. Al-Qaeda says, "Death to America," while, my own doctors, and, essentially, government, says, " (until we legalize cannabis)a slow, painful death to you, Chris Bagdon." I hate terror. I hate pain. What do I do, move to Trinidad or Ghana? Either move, it's another end of my life. You are my only hope. My life sucks, now. With anything legal that is offered for my pain, my life sucks. When I smoke cannabis, my life is great, again.