I may be an old man now, but I’m not so old I can’t see the winds of change blowing. I hear the critics and the fearful doing their public best to tear down and discredit the free will of these people.
The paper and pen are there to tell those who find me what I’ve done, the water is to make a difficult task easier and the pills, my final choice on how I leave this life and go on to the next.
