It started with the cases of Sonia Hidalgo and Baby Hope. I realized I was spiritually gifted and had to cope. So, I climbed the long, narrow rope. The New York Police Department thought I was a dope. It didn’t matter; my ESP still scoped. The cases grew. My spiritual gifts brewed in a combination jumbo stew. Nicole Brown Simpson and Ron Goldman, followed by Maria Isabel Montero. I didn’t want to be a hero. I wanted to scream on my stero.

The cases pile. Jon Benet and Ennis Cosby, too were on file. How could the killers digest their food with all that bile?Quin Won Wu, I called 1-800-577-tips because I knew. I couldn’t chew. I couldn’t even swallow. My heart I had to follow despite my sorrows and my hard, cold tomorrows. So, now they know I’m not a dope. But, that doesn’t mean they have my permission to use my soap. Get out of my personal business! I am sincere witness!

Homicide cases, I did get involved. What’s wrong with wanting them solved?