What I Did on my Summer Vacation

• Fought police corruption: Completed a rigorous, unpaid internship in holding public officials accountable for "creative" residency geography and missing internal affairs files.

• Created a graphic novel: Brought multi-state administrative cover-ups and courtroom gaslighting to vibrant, multi-panel life.

• Wrote a book: Transformed a labyrinth of public records, registry deeds, and legal gymnastics into a page-turner because reality is infinitely wilder than fiction.

• Recorded a podcast: Broadcasted absolute audio receipts to the world so nobody can ever claim the dog ate the IA report.

• Toured Waltham District Court: Enjoyed some local sightseeing while watching emergency legal maneuvers collapse completely under the weight of actual facts.

• Researched court dockets, affidavits, marriage certificates, and residency deeds: Dusted off the detective magnifying glass to successfully audit four green card marriages and a phantom street address.

• Produced a docuseries: Turned municipal theater into high-definition, un-cancellable cinema.

• Wrote songs: Put bureaucratic panic and courtroom fiction into verse because regular poetry just cannot capture the essence of a fake West Roxbury address.

• Designed music videos: Because every epic public records audit deserves a proper cinematic soundtrack and a high-tier visual rollout.

• Kayaking on the peaceful Ipswich River.

• Successfully assembling a brand-new office chair without having any of those ominous "leftover mystery screws" rolling around on the floor.

• Drafting pristine content and language objectives for the classroom because apparently fighting institutional corruption wasn't quite enough administrative paperwork for one season.

• And single-handedly wrestling, repairing, and skim-coating historic horsehair plaster across a three-story stairwell like a hardened Victorian-era master artisan.

Managed an aquatic real estate acquisition: Welcoming a brand-new betta fish into a sprawling, luxury 6-gallon estate, complete with a hardworking nerite snail roommate, a sophisticated blend of live and artificial interior landscaping, and custom private caves for maximum brooding privacy.

Because honestly, why have a normal, boring summer when you can spend it demolishing municipal cover-ups, hanging drywall, wrestling historic horsehair plaster, and curating an aquatic ecosystem?