I have no idea why
I was arrested near
the underpass not
ten steps from my home.
I was taken aghast
at the manner in
which the authorities
treated me, slapping on
handcuffs and pushing
me into their patrol
car. They had no right
to confiscate my purse,
where I had a million
dollar check, which was
given to me by United
Artists movie executives.
No one understands
who I am? I'm a great
film script writer. In my
purse I had the movie
script of the century.
The police claim there
was no such script.
The million dollar check
is gone as well. In that
darkened underpass
something went horribly
wrong. I feel like a
character from the Twilight
Zone. Only I am in a
mental health ward being
called delusional by a
doctor who is probably
not a real doctor. He does
not believe that I'm worth
a million dollars and more.
