Thanks to everyone who reached out to ask if I was ok, and especially to those who offered support to my partners - this was almost harder on them than me.

Thanks to everyone who wrote, took my calls, did errands and research, filed public record requests, took screenshots, kept me updated on local shit, and contributed to my commissary. I am the definition of It Takes A Village and y'all made a huge difference.

I felt like I had prepared for jail with every residential school I attended as a child (same politics, same relationships to peers and authority, similar lack of autonomy and privacy), but it still would have sucked significantly without the outside support. Thank You.

I'm so fricken proud of everyone who shouted at and recorded the corrupt Worcester cops in my absence. Y'all letting them know they're still being watched and held accountable by the public DOES make a difference. Please keep it up. Send me pics/videos if you want something amplified, but the important thing is them knowing that other people are recording, it's not just their own records that can be witheld indefinitely by the law department.

Until I resolve these charges (six remaining, two Disorderly/Disrupting, one trespass, and resisting - which the DA will certainly drag out as long as possible) - I will be acting in a way that cops cannot accuse me of a crime, treating the line as where they want to pretend it is rather than where the law and constitutions say they are/should be. For example, even though I know it's not actually criminal or harassment, I'm going to start respecting the City Manager's first (only?!) Cease and Desist and stop CCing a buncha employees to let them know their coworkers aren't doing their job; may as well take advantage of my secretary in the law department, redistributing my messages to the correct parties. I'll still be loudly whispering, or maybe just pointedly mouthing, "WDYS, WDYP" when I see the Worcester Police Department (rather than shouting it at them) and I certainly won't tell them they "May Go Fuck Themselves" because unlike protest chants that actually ends up in a report.

The police have demonstrated an eagerness to hit me with frivolous charges - evidence be damned - and the prosecutor has demonstrated a willingess to take things to trial in the hopes that a judge will expand the law to include my behavior. And it worked out for them last time, although that'll almost certainly be overtuned upon appeal.

I'm gonna keep a low profile offline for probably a few months, largely because they're GPS monitoring me and I don't want others to have to deal with them - being arrested over breakfast for something noone else has been charged with was a new kinda traumatic. I'm also not ready for the real General Population yet, I need a significant transitionary period to restabilize and allow my nervous system to calm down.

But I'll be very busy.

Simply being back to having to remember to eat is a struggle - jail was way easier in many ways. Sure, the food sucked but I didn't ever need to decide what to eat or make it for myself - the price of freedom I guess. I can go back to eating vegetables but will probably keep peanut butter and banana sandwhiches as a staple. Frozen pizza instead of chicken slop is a still a win.

Now I need to create and maintain my own schedule/routine, which I've never been great at. I think it's important I continue reading before bed, writing when I wake up, and having a specific time for exercise with some social times mixed in. Emails can certainly wait.

I need to digitize my jail journal. I had filled up about half of one of those black and white notebooks with thoughts, ideas, lists, and stories, but cannot "search" it which bothers me to no end.

I'm gonna stay to mostly longer form writing on social media, ignoring almost all comments. I wasted WAY too much time and energy engaging with bootlickers before, we all know it. Like many other things, this is gonna take developing some self-discipline I rarely excerised in the past - it was way easier having someone else post.

Jail was great for condensing processes, and figuring out what was crucial. I had very limited resources and almost no ability to reference anything I already did. I'm gonna finish systematizing and streamlining how I handle public records, and try to make my instructions for doing what I have done a bit smaller, possibly into zine format, but also continue the process of working with a second person to reduce my workload and stay organized in tracking them. I also want to reorganize my digital writing - using a physical copy with limited space for text forced me to actually sort my stuff in a helpful way.

And I'm going to actually start focusing on my book - it's long overdue and I think my time in jail may actually have provided a framework to tell a lot of other stories. Not "The Five People You Meet in Jail" per se, but this level of the injustice system ties to all the others.