Yesterday and today I gathered all my papers and sorted them into years and months. This afternoon I took a boxful to the admissions office and told them to pick out what they wanted.

It wasn't enough!

I had utility bills, letters from the governor, medical bills, pay stubs, W-2s, prescription receipts, etc. But they wanted my tax forms and/or a letter from the mayors' offices saying I have been on the island for at least five years. They suggested that a letter from a professor would help.

I left the office beyond angry. Yesterday I was angry. Today I was beyond angry. When I left the office I reflected on how good it was that I have no guns. I would be in prison tonight.