Dear Journal,

I am currently writing to you from my cold and dark jail cell. I have plenty of time to think in here so I thought maybe I could just write all those thoughts down on here. To start, I can take being thrown into battle, but being thrown into jail, that’s the last straw. It’s ridiculous that I’ve been thrown in here for 18 months. That’s 18 months that I could use to continue my rebellion. As if being put here wasn’t bad enough, I had to pay a $10 fine! That’s right $10 right out of my savings. A year earlier, I was arrested while looking for medical attention for my wife when I travelled to Buffalo which by the way is insensitive. Apparently I violated American neutrality laws, but honestly I see it as all a sacrifice of battle. Sure the Royal Navy destroyed SS Caroline during battle; however, Rensselaer, it was you who agreed to ally with me during the battle. Is it really my fault that SS Caroline was destroyed? In my opinion, it was just a case of bad luck. I was released on bail after a month, and tried to continue my revolution. When I returned to Navy Island, I noticed a lot had changed. Not many volunteers stuck around when I was in jail; thus, the revolution seemed to be ending. I was sick and tired of the Colonial government and therefore, I packed everything and moved to New York. When I returned to New York, my trail was set to start. During my trail, I was sentenced to 18 months and once again put into jail again.

Before being put in this cell,  I had launched a great and successful newspaper called Mackenzie’s Gazette that I was publishing in New York. I tried to continue to write the paper from in here, but it became too difficult to produce any great ideas when I didn’t even know what was happening outside this building. My family had just moved down to New York with me as well, but I can barely see them. The worst part of this all is the fact that I can feel myself weakening from literally doing nothing. I think that because this jail cell is beyond disgusting, I may be becoming sick. The guards don’t keep this place sanitized. My only hope is that my dear allies can somehow demand my release before I actually die in this filthy place. Until then, I continue to wonder what’s happening outside these thick stone walls…