There are stories that must be told, and there are stories that are not ours to tell, and then a confusing place in between. I guess I'll figure my part in this out. For now: My dear friend Lakesha Garrett, sister of my BeLoved Sheila Garrett, is dead, like Sheila. These deaths are written about as suicides, but they are actually murders, which I hold the courts of Rhode Island - among other people - accountable for in executing. The court records beginning in 1980 and continuing into the 2000's are damning of a system that will fuck over vulnerable children and continue to do so as they become adults. And they took away my friends. I am not too fond of myself right now, either, for the role I didn't play. I am angry and numb all at once. I am writing this to have something to do. I guess Sheila would throw glass bottles on the concrete to relieve stress, but it didn’t work in the end, they’re not around now. I guess at least Lakesha and Sheila are together now. Anyway, Lakesha: BOOBS!!! I LOVE YOU. And Thank You. https://www.instagram.com/p/CPl6tmCDoJR/?utm_medium=tumblr