Police cars arrived at my doorstep, granted it did take them 3 to 4 days before they noticed that the doctor who had come to help me no longer showed up for work. They were asking about a man in a white coat. I said to them, “I don’t know what you’re talking about”. They questioned me a little bit, and then left. I knew that my cover had blown. I had to act and I had to act fast. So I jumped in my Chevelle, and started driving towards Canada. Along the way I heard several political radio advertising messages for candidates in the areas that I passed. Again I felt compelled by these messages, I felt as if they were trying to give me a subliminal secret through the air. When I reached Canada, I was arrested. They knew I was on my way and were prepared to stop me. It is from the depths of this jail cell that I tell this story. Hoping you don’t fall victim to political radio advertising propaganda.