I loved the last day I saw you, but I hated it when you walked away. I ran to see you go down the escalator, but some deputy yelled at me to come back. I ended up feeling so sick. They carried it out way too far. They didn't want you to see me being roughly treated and screamed at. I passed out for a moment. I could not understand why they acted like I was the Devil on Earth. It was so surreal being treated like someone so the opposite of myself. It was strange to have had a Buddhist monk tell me that I behave naturally in a Buddhist manner and there in court I was being spoken to with such scorn and derision. I guess it was so confusing it shorted me out.