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"University of California" at Berkeley's "Boalt Hall" for law
school. To say the least, that was a very troubling time in my
life. I really at the time, wanted to be a professional disc
jockey but, my mother had other plans for my life. She was
insisted on me attending law school. For what ever reason, the
combination of the drug that I took that day and the stress that
I was under, lead me to my first of numerous nervous breakdowns.
I had decided I was not going to go to Law school. The woman in
the admissions office, said that she would hold my place open for
me. Two weeks later I felt alot better and decided that I would
go anyway.
     Before I left we had going away party for me. At that party we
had black balloons. I as usual was the Disc Jockey. After
the party, I had some balloons left over and was playing around
with them under the colored spotlights, that we had, in our
basement. I noticed that if you moved the balloons back and forth
under the lights rapidly that the balloon itself disappeared and
all that you could see were trails of light that seemed to be
emanating from your hand. Immediately, I called my father down to
see the effect. My cousin's husband Tony was there also and they
both liked the effect. The next day I went down to the school
office and had a form of discovery notarized. That was the
beginning of the Dynamic Reflectors.
     The night before I actually left for Law school I decided to test
the reflectors out on a dance floor. My "Guru" and I went to the
club, Twelve West, to test the effect. It was a smashing success.
I found that all the people on the dance floor wondered just what
it was that was producing the brilliant lights that we all were
playing with. I enjoyed all of the attention that we got that
evening and knew that before I died that I would try to make the
light form that I had just given birth, popular.
     The next day I left for California to start law school. At first
it was hard work for me as I still had several papers to finish
for Rutgers in order to get my diploma. For the most part however
I did not concentrate on school work. I was too busy going out at
night showing off the reflectors, in the night clubs of San
Francisco. I took the B.A.R.T. (Bay Area Rapid Transit) subway
system over late at night and spent the whole night, coming back
in the morning when the Bart train started to run again. It was
during this period that I developed what I called the Super star
stomp. A Super star stomp is when I would go to at least three
nightclubs in a single night in order to do the reflectors. After
the regular nightclubs closed I set up shop in the Headquarters.
     The Headquarters was a fascinating club where they had only a
pool table and a Disc Jockey. The patrons danced around the pool
table in what was a fantastic display of coordination. I became
the star of the show by using the reflectors.
     One night in March I went to the Headquarters. As usual when I
got high, the disc jockey played music that seemed to be centered
around me. That night however the music was different. It was
really scary. I though that the disc jockey wanted me to kill
Reagan. By the time that the song "Psycho Killer" by the Talking
Heads, came on, I was so frightened that I ran out of the club.
The next morning I heard the news that Reagan had indeed been
shot by John Hinkley. I was elated. So much so, that I went into
the library at the school and started shouting that everyone
should be happy. It should have been a day of celebration. That
night I spent my first night in jail behind Reagan. That was the
beginning of my campaign against the man. That year I failed out
of law school and went back to New Jersey. I knew that I was
going to dedicate my life to exposing Reagan as the Anti-Christ.