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You Should All Know I’m In The Looney Bin

"They call it "code 5150," that means "psycho,"
legally, fuckin bat-shit, certifiably. I’m outta my
mind, believe-you-me. How’d I get this way? How can
this be? It’s gotten so bad there’s nothing left of
me." -Steve-O

Those words were written during a "low." Before the
day when Johnny Knoxville, Jeff Tremaine, Big Regg,
Swizz, Rick Kosick, Dimitry Elyaschevich, Cordell
Mansfield, and Trip Taylor came to my home and,
physcially, forced me into the hospital (where I was
placed on a 5150 "hold’), I had thought of "bipolar"
as a "good" thing. I rationally deduced that, with our
time in this life being so limited, it was productive
to stick to nothing but extremely high "highs", and
extremely low "lows." ANYTHING but to "crash on the
rocks of mediocrity." I figured that, since I am an
extraordinarily "tough" individual, I could handle it,
and my legacy would be comprised of only that which
could be described as "intense." After four days in a
psychiatric ward (a.k.a. "looney bin," a.k.a.
"cuckoo’s nest") it has dawned on me that a great
deal of what I produced, while on narcotics-induced
"highs," was a bunch of manic bullshit that made
little-to-no sense and, furthermore, was devastating
to those who love me the most. At this point, I am no
longer "5150-status" (which was the three-day "hold"
on me, resulting from suicidal behavior). I am now
"5250-status" (which means that the "hold" has been
extended to 14 days, for the exact same reasons). I’m
not getting out of this "insane asylum" any time in
the immediate future, so, I’m going to learn as much
from the experience as possible. So far, I’ve figured
out that I did a great deal of damage to my brain by
abusing drugs and, now that they’ve all worn off, I’m
facing the consequences. I suppose it is an ironic
"eye for an eye" situation that I am in, coping with
the lowest "lows" that I’ve ever experienced-as a form
of punishment for the emotional distress that I have
put my loved ones through with the self-destructive
behavior that led me here.

I already know that I will be handing these pages over
to my beautiful assistant, Jen Moore, during our next
visitation, and instructing her to share them with as
many people as possible on the Internet (rather than
try to sell a "juicy" story to the tabloid press for
profit). I hope that I haven’t disappointed too many
of my fans. Actually, ya know what? Anyone that is
disappointed by any of these words really doesn’t
matter to me. I’ve harmed myself to no end for those
people (at the expense of my loved ones), and look
where it got me.

Now, what do I have to add? The research I did into
the immortality of the soul, the end of life in our
current bodies, and the 4th dimension, was, by no
means a bunch of bullshit. I could stand before you
all and say very similar words to the ones I say in
the following clip, it’s just that I happened to be
under the influence of a very dangerous amount of
drugs when it was filmed:

Remember, everyone,
"Be real careful, don’t misbehave...
That’s all you gotta know to be saved..."
-me

I Love You All,
Steve-O

P.S. I’m really in the looney bin, but I think it was
TJ that read my mind. Is that right, are you TJ? Maybe
I’m wrong...