A week ago tonight I got arrested.

I still can't use both my hands, or get totally comfy. I still can't sleep more than a few hours and I can't relax or stop thinking about it.

If this fucked me up this bad I need you to know how much worse it is for others.
It's really bad.

We bonded. Those of us held. We are getting tattoos for the way we all held one another.

If you want to help me get my tattoo and help pay for the others' too my paypal is [email protected]

If you want to help other folks on the ground donate to Milwaukee Freedom Fund.

Not gonna talk about it tonight. I'm alone and it's rougher than I thought it would be. This tweet is made using voice recognition.

But o! I am gonna talk about it. Gonna talk about it lots.

Fuck anyone that makes excuses for the kidnapping and casual brutality of police.

RT this hard btw. I never ask for help but for them, I will. I want us to all get our tattoos. I need this on my skin.

I want to buy a ukulele. I can't use my hand yet but maybe that will help me get it back. I want to buy them all colouring books and flowers and a huge feast.