





Alright, alright, alright. I’ve officially run out of f*cks to give. Not sure even how to bring this up, but my court case came and went. 2 charges dropped because no evidence. 3rd charge pursued without evidence: guilty of malicious destruction of property. With just his word that I was “crazy”. ONLY his word. One man, told a jury I was crazy, with not one single other piece of evidence. No photographs. No videos. No estimates. No repairs or receipts. No papers. No proof of anything. A police officer had body-cam footage that showed I wasn’t present and that there was no damage. Every time stamped text of me begging him to leave me alone. Pictures of a car door shiny and clean. Every bit of evidence proving I was innocent. Yet somehow, 1 man, convinced 12 people in the court of law—with nothing but his *word* on my mental state. 730 days supervised probation. $500. Psych evaluation from the state. A year of anger management. (So much for my 30th birthday trip to Europe, because I can’t leave the country.) For a scratch on a car that never happened. So call me crazy, but I’d call that a witch hunt. They caught the witch and burned me at the stake, and now I’ve got nothing to lose.