Virginia: Help- write your local legislator

Hi, I'm from Amsterdam, NY, and have been living here for fourteen years, except for three years beginning three months after I moved here.

Everyday, I wake up feeling like, either, someone had just dropped a sledgehammer on my left foot, shot me in the left thigh (with a double-barreled shotgun), or, a hand grenade had just went off in my left pocket. Then, I wake up to double-vision, tinnitus, and, other resonating effects from a Traumatic Brain Injury. Two separate accidents.

I came here to try out for the Old Dominion University Baseball Team, after receiving a scholarship, in New York, and attending school for a year. Nineteen ninety-four was my year off, so I could qualify for in-state tuition.

I've been to doctors, in Virginia Beach, and a neurologist, in Portsmouth. No one has found an effective medicine. A year's worth of medicine and I still complained of pain. Cannabis changes the pain, to bliss, in three easy steps...I mean, hits. One hit cures me. Two erases the pain. Three adds bliss. The fourth adds crystals of bliss, that pour through my injury and outline it.

Cannabis makes every movement comforting. How can people allow me not to feel that way?

Help a new friend out. I don't want to move to Ghana, where I can smoke with the President's Own Guard Regiment, in front of the brigade commander. Please write to Congress.