Tuesday night I had a car accident. Ran off the road and totaled my car. The police came and gave me a breathalyzer test and without fanfare locked me up for a DWI. In North Carolina that means if convicted loss of licenses, 2 years of jail time. Prison really and 4,000 dollars in fines. Most of that will be repaid through my 2 years in prison. This is horrible news and the only way I can think of remaining free is hiring a lawyer. Not that it will do much good, considering I am a black man in the deep south and it is just understood that if you break the law you are going to jail.

I personally can't afford the jail time. No one can really. The loss of all of my work is really what pains me. I have not finished "Bad Guy," yet and though many of you have been supportive of my Futa Art and varied writing topics, all of this may end come 3/5/2020.

I have to go to court on that date and listen to DA's, judges, and lawyers decide my fate. A rather scary proposition. I have heard stories of people getting house arrest for their first offense. Some have just had to go to AA or something, community service. I don't know. I have never had a DWI before. This is out of my depth and I don't like speculating over things out of my control. No car, means I have to rely on others to take me to court, and if I miss it, well that is evasion and one has to suffer more time for that. I don't plan on missing my court dates but from the number of times I have been in court and have had to hear judges sentence people for failures to appear, I have always tried to be civically correct, despite my anarchist background.

If money is placed on the table, I am sure the sentencing will be a little more to bare. Yet since in the past four years my art and writing has not ensured much of an income, I don't think I can rely much on that.

Though, of course if the few of you who read this letter, find it in your hearts to send 10, 20, 50 dollars to P.O. Box. 1045 Pittsboro, NC, 27312 in a money order or check, I can cash those and put it towards paying fines. If I pay the fines, maybe I don't have to go to jail.

If I go to prison, this is all over. No more art. No more stories. No more peace of mind. Bad for you. Bad for me.

Most of the time I make a lot of jokes, and we have a good time. I am sure it is hard for you to read my letters and take me seriously most of the time. Now. It is not much of a joke. I am very serious and the only thing I can think of to stay out of jail is paying a few hundred dollars that I have not been able to earn through the sell of art and magazines.

I hope after reading this, some of you might have the compassion and where-with-all to help keep me out of prison.

I would hope that the joy you find in reading my articles and viewing my art work would be enough incentive to receive a helping hand from fans. I am really not in the mood to go to prison at this stage in my life.

Yours Truly, sad and dejected,

Advent Voice