Joan Wagar Tosses Signed Confessions At Me Like They Are Frisbees!

At the time of my wife Joan Wagar writing this written confession to her using antifreeze as poison I was so badly ill from being poisoned by her that I was bedridden and unable to do anything because of the pain and was for all intents and purposes at Mrs Dash’s mercy. immobile

I was so badly poisoned I could not read anything at this time, and Joan Wagar was having fun writing and tossing signed confessions at me knowing I could not read them and that there was no one I could hand them to that would care or help me.