by me, Kerry Burgess, 08/24/2025 04:48 AM
Whatever any of this means to *you*, to *me* it is very very VERY real.
from my private journal, as me, Kerry Burgess, typed after being released from the USA Veterans Affairs psychiatric hospital enduring many months sitting in a grungy two-computer room in a homeless shelter on the waterfront in downtown Seattle:
Last Modified: 5/31/06 8:35 pm
I don't remember what prompted me, but I remember saying something I had read before about how the only difference between arrogance and self-confidence was success.
The idea dawned on me that I may actually have some bullet scars.
August 1, 2006
As I was riding the bus to the VA today, I remembered again, I think I thought of this late last night, that Pat Reese had actually told me that the power drill actually went through his hand, not up through it towards the wrist. Since I thinking that actually occured to me, I wonder why I think sometimes about the drill going into my hand since the scars seem to support that it went through my hand, if that even happened at all. I told my doctor today that as the person I used to be, the memory is probably harder to relive than it was to actually live through. It's not really bothering me all that much but some times these things really give me a jolt. I would have gone insane if Microsoft had been successful in suddenly restoring all these memories back into my brain.
August 27, 2006
One detail I do remember from my dreams last night was about bullet scars. I was pointing out three bullet scars on my upper left thigh. But I'm not sure what that means as I don't see any scars like that at that location. There are three scars that I think are bullet scars, but they are on my arms. One is midway along my left forearm and the other two are on my right forearm near my elbow. The left one is larger than the right ones and surely must have broke my arm. There are other scars on my arms too but I don't think they are bullet wounds, although I feel as though there are other old wounds that I can't see because they are obscured by hair. The scar on my right wrist, I believe, is a shrapnel wound. The scar on my left hand is from a power drill. I think I was shot in the back with a shotgun and I want to say that happened during the Panama invasion. There is a cut above my right eye that looks almost surgical in appearance and I am thinking it was from torture, possibly after a beating.
Another day of humiliation.
- by me, Kerry Wayne Burgess, posted by me: 04:53 AM Pacific-timezone USA Sunday 08/24/2025
