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would kill my room mate. They did an examination of me and sent me over to the psych emergency room. There, I told the doctors the same thing. The doctors thought that I was in too good shape to be admitted into the hospital. I was frustrated so I said to the doctors in a final attempt to get admitted "What would you say, if I told you that I was going to strangle President Reagan." They said, "We'd testify, in a court of law, that you were sane at the time of the crime."
     To this day that statement still baffles me. This was the same team of doctors that took me in when the Secret Service had had me arrested only two months earlier. Now that they had my records in front of them they were saying that I was sane. On every level I believed them that I was sane. For the past ten years I had been made to suffer through countless hospitalizations because I thought that I was the Second Coming of Christ and that Reagan was the Anti-Christ. Now two prominent doctors were saying that none of this in and of itself constituted insanity. They had confirmed what I already knew.  I was not insane. While that revelation pleased me in one sense in another it lead to this.   I had said, that I was going to strangle the former President and now had to go through with that statement.
     I shouted at the doctors, "You're going to make me do this, please don't make me do this." They were unfazed. I told them that I did not have any money. So one of the doctors gave me two dollars and told me to go get a hamburger. I took the money and left the hospital.
     The first thing that I did was to buy a pack of cigarettes and a coke, then I boarded the number two bus bound for Belair. Once on the bus I was determined to make the best of a bad situation. I knew where the house was because I had stopped by there once before to see if I could talk to Reagan. That first time they said that he was not home and that all appointments had to go through his office. At one point during the bus ride I passed the stop that I would have taken if I were going back to my apartment. I was thinking about getting off the bus but then I remembered that Ron was still at the apartment. If I want home there certainly would have been a fight. Rather than fight him and possibly end up in jail for a minor argument, I knew that I had to continue with my original plans. Now I was pumped up. As the bus got nearer to Belair, a Woman came on the bus along with a man. I told them both to look for me on the news that night because I was about to break in to the home of former President Reagan. They wanted to know why I would do such a crazy thing. I told them all about his being the Anti-Christ and my being the Second Coming of Christ. They thought that it was interesting and wished me luck before they got off the bus.
     When the bus reached the gate that said Belair, I got off. I started to walk up the hill towards the Reagan Mansion. About half way up the hill a patrol car form the Belair patrol stopped me. I thought that they knew my intentions. Instead it turned out that they stopped me because I obviously did not fit into that high class setting. They asked me what I was doing there and did a standard check to see if I was wanted by the police. I told them that I was there to see how the other half lived. They let me go.
     I proceeded up Belair Boulevard toward the Reagan Mansion. As I got to the top of the road where the house was on the corner I crouched down so that the Secret Service agents who were stationed at the gate could not see me. Then I ran up to the wall that was along the street, in what was either a part of the Reagan complex or a neighbor's yard. After I climbed the wall, I could see that was a fence straight ahead about thirty yards. Towards the right, was a wall. I then realized behind which was the Reagan home. In a crouched position I ran to the point where the fence met the wall. I then tried to climb the wall. It was about seven feet high on my side. As I attempted to climb the wall I broke a wire that ran along the top. I thought that this was an alarm wire so I began to panic. On my second attempt, I got over, however in the process my glasses fell off as did my shoes. The other side of the wall was more than seven feet high. It was about twelve feet to the ground, so I hung on the wall and let myself down. I did not know that anyone had seen me climb over the wall, so I started to proceed slowly up the driveway towards the front door.
     The next thing I knew was that there was a secret service agent telling me to stop or he would shoot. At that point I broke into a full gallop towards the door. I had about a thirty yard lead on the agent who had just come out of the guard house at the foot of the driveway. As I got to the front door I froze. That was as far as I had originally expected to get. I thought in my mind that the door most certainly would be locked. Then a small voice in my head said: "try the door." I did. It opened. I ran in.
     I am often asked just what the house looked like inside. This is what I can remember. As soon as you open the front door you are in a vestibule. To both the right and the left are sitting areas. In the vestibule are four chairs. They were blue with a flower pattern on them. Straight ahead is a glass sliding door leading to the patio. In the rush that I was in that's all that I can remember.
     As I ran in I took a quick look around and headed for the sliding doors. I opened them and ran outside. Then I stopped. The agent had reached the front door, which I had

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