Yesterday was the first day on the set in Tent City at the Maricopa County jail here in Phoenix. It wasn’t what I expected. Is anything? Instead of scary criminal-types, I saw young women, older women lying around on bunks, bored. It seemed more like a boring summer camp than jail. Of course that is because I know I can leave. I know at the end of the day I go home to my friend the film producer’s home, crawl into a nice bed and sleep peacefully. I know I am free. I felt protected though I also didn’t feel much need to be protected. There’s a metaphor in this of course. A matter of perspective. I’ll write more tomorrow. Gotta go to jail.