Court date tomorrow. An art opening Friday. I have always been a diabetic. I'm not white, black brown or other. I am a diabetic. I was a diabetic before I was a man and it has been less than human. Tomorrow I will exercise an identity outside of that when I pay the price for being an artist. I suspect much of the ado of it had to do with the content of the art. Syringes are in so much of it. As a public practitioner of art I have had the most responses from heroin addicts. I've got nothing against them, have had many a conversation with them and would consider one a brother before most humans I meet. It has to do with a reliance on a needle. Stuck in needles. Those two police officers were making public commentary on the intravenous theme in my art. They should return back to the bully school that bred them, their fathers' womb. Where are my people? Why have we been paying such a steep price for our existence in this country? Even though I was born on its soil, I am not an American. Tomorrow this country and its courts will proclaim as much. As a diabetic, I was never allowed to serve in the military. As a diabetic, I was never allowed to obtain a commercial driver's license. As a diabetic, I can't be allowed a pilot's license. While I believe in freedom of speech, I do not believe in freedom. I'll be free once I quit injecting insulin, once I quit having to pay for what's deemed free. If I could create a new currency it'd be art.