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Captive Gendersin the urine sample bottle. It was the final straw, and I began circulatinga petition for getting the entire fucking building treated for bedbugs.Wednesday really liked this idea. The spark of a friendship occurred. Suddenlywe realized that we had a lot in common. Wednesday really wantedcompanionship. She was terribly isolated. I discovered that she knew afriend of mine, Durt, and had been involved in Radical Women. She expressedan interest in attending a Gay Shame meeting. There were seriousbarriers that prevented her from connecting with the world. Having notknown her well enough, I can only speculate about the psychological ones,but I can speak directly to the institutional ones. As soon as she helpedcirculate the petition, Cluny harassed her. One incident concerned theUniform Visitor Policy. She was asserting the right that allows a visitor toenter the building after the curfew if they are identified to the desk beforehand.She and Cluny got into an argument about it in the lobby, over thephone, and then Cluny left the desk to go knock on Wednesday’s door tocontinue the argument. I don’t know the full details of the interaction butthe specifics only serve to obscure the essential absurdity one must endureto stay connected with the world outside of this hotel. Wednesday wentthrough so much shit. It was the same shit I went through.The Root Queen took Gloucester’s ass to the Human Rights Commission(I’d asked for Vecna but he chickened out), brought in a pile ofthree years of cyclical correspondence, brought Peter J., brought Marianafrom St. Peters and Jorge from the Mission SRO Collaborative. Gloucesterafterwards treated my room, installed baseboards, repaired a hole nearthe radiator, did my dry-cleaning, replaced my printer broken in 2007during the first bed bug treatment, and repainted my room red with threegallons of paint that Puck and I purloined from a major building materialsemporium. Wednesday was issued a notice to prepare her room forbed bug treatment or be evicted. Wednesday struggled to do this, buther boyfriend/primary support person was being harassed by Cluny. Althoughshe felt welcome when I invited her into my room, she had a lotof anxiety about me entering hers, plus I didn’t want to impose upon herrelationship with her boyfriend. All my resources were useless to her. Suddenlyshe died, from a mixture of prescription drugs and alcohol.I want to mourn Wednesday, but I don’t know how.Unless mourning looks like anger. But what kind of anger destroysthe PIC and what kind of anger builds it stronger? I wrote this essaythinking about how prison abolition is articulated in public direct actioncultures. My exposure to the cointelbromance of The Insurrection, an96