BLUJAYS LEGAL DEFENSE FUND

Hey everyone, I really wasn't gonna do this, but I have run out of options and help. So here it goes.

I have spent the last five years of my life bringing my art to the greater Philadelphia area. I have tattooed all of you from my soul because it genuinely has given me a purpose.

I met some of the most amazing humans during my carrier, some of the best loves of my life as well.

But today is a sad day, Today I must close the brand and prepair to stand in a court room across from the women I wanted to spend forever with. As you will soon learn she deceived me into believing she would choose forever with Me my son and my Lil man Weezey. You see the month of December started with the announcement that Blujay tattoos was finally a real place for all my clients to come and get the work from me at the rates I always intended but couldn't always give due to previous lack of ownership restraints.

It started off December 5th with the grand opening. But just ten days later my world would crumble...

My best friend my financial business partner and #1 supporter Jean Stewart aka Nanny/ Grandmother died on December 15, 2024. I however was not notified about her death until the 17th. Because her sole remaining benefactors, wanted to ensure they could secure all of her belongings for themselves upon notification of her death, an argument ensued between my mother and I where she made accusations about threats that I made. According to her allegations i threatened to burn Nannys house (the house i was to inherit)I was charged in falls, township with terroristic threats and harassment. I have trial for that next month.

Just eleven days after my grandmother passed i allege. that my fiancé jumped on board with these heirs and began to file a paper trail with Montgomery County.

Which inevitably would lead to unlawful dissemination of an intimate partner, almost five months later. What this means is the Day After Christmas. She went to the Police station. She made an accusation about home videos that we made not being allowed to be posted online, but she didn't follow through and have me charged. She didnt see to it that those accusations would become charges until 2 days after Montgomery County gave me probation for violation of a pfa. For texting her during a period where we both had pfas on one another. Once that became finalized two days later, she had me charged effectively aggregating the charges to a more serious offense. This calculated and Very well, thought out attack was unwarranted. An unknown and unfairly documented without my knowledge, while she continued to have a very close sexual intimate relationship with me for over three more months. She strung me along while knowing she had a plan to not only get me out of her house, but to put me away. I plan to defend myself against these charges. Adamantly! But I need your help because all of this drama has Made me choose to leave behind Montgomery County, and I didnt want to do that.

There are so many of you that I love and respect that have helped me to find my piece. And while trying to do that, I'm now being faced with having to give up The very few things I have left, which at this point amounts, to 5 totes, full of personal effects. A husky toolbox with tattoo equipment in it. Also my best friend,Weezey, a four year old boston terror who've never known another father besides me. If I cant bail out on Thursday 6/12/2025. It's this story, it is going to continuously unfold over the next few months. I'm sure.

The powers involved in this have worked extremely hard to see to it that I systematically lost everything. One by one. If i'm not able to tell this story, the narrative they give will make me the monster. I'd like to think I've been as real as I can be with all of you over the last several years about my struggles with mental health. and addiction, suicidal tendencies, relationship issues, trust issues, And so much more. I've never claimed to be better than any of them. In fact, i've, I admit it openly that they're falling short, i'm staying completely abstinent from drugs and alcohol. Dealing with the pain is unbearable some days. Even as I write this, I wonder what the point is. But I know if I go in there, I'll lose the parts of me that I built out here.

Not because I'm scared, not because I can't handle myself in jail, because I turned that part of myself off a long long time ago (over five years ago) All I ever wanted was a family. I wanted to be happy. Come home each night. Into a loving embrace people who are excited to see me.

I wanted to build a business. I could be proud of so that my son can stop telling stories about his dad being in prison. I did that after working for some of the best tattoo shops Pennsylvania has to offer. All while this woman stood next to me swearing her undying love and devotion for as long as it took to find the PERMINANT SOLUTION TO MY FREEDOM.

And she really thought that I was that bad. How could she lay next to me for 3 months while potting my demise, how could she promise my son a future and lie to his face, how could she take my money that I made doing tattoos, knowing that she was only going to cast me aside soon. She took everything and now she wants my future, please. Help me. Stop that from happening. Whatever you can give, even if it's a dollar, it's gonna add up. And when I get out, anyone who's donated is getting a free tattoo. Thank you

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