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“Bullshit”
Heartbreak exposed what my subconscious already knew. Sometimes the truth whispers before you’re ready to hear it. Continue reading
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“Learning to Help Less — And Love Better”
Learning to stop helping where no help was requested — and discovering that sometimes the best love is quiet distance. Continue reading
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“I Didn’t Expect This… But My Entire Life Shifted”
A look into the quiet victories that changed my year — discipline, clarity, healing, writing, drawing, faith, and choosing who I’m becoming. Continue reading
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“Prometheus & Rain”
A cold night, a warm chair, and Ridley Scott on the screen. The rain taps the roof, Simba curls beside me, and my cough finally calms down. Not a perfect night — but a real one. Sometimes that’s enough. Continue reading
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“Transmission”
📓 Saturday, November 8, 2025 — 7:54 p.m. I am again attempting the act of writing. My left index finger is bandaged — I put a bandaid that’s now ragged from moving cases of plastic bags through L.A. Trying to move my bags of cases with my van parked on the street, I pierced my… Continue reading
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“How I Accidentally Found History at 17”
When I was 17, I was going to night school — trying to make up for all the F’s I racked up in regular school. My dad would drop me off, and I’d get out around 9 p.m. Sometimes I’d wander the campus after class, just walking and thinking. One night, I saw something on… Continue reading
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The Boy Who Doesn’t Belong 🥷 — A Hood Chronicle
Another day, another puff of this cig — little swirls of smoke gliding between my fingers. Here in South Central I sit, on the curb, seeing. Today’s story is that of a young man, twenty-two years of age, soon to be twenty-three — a young man caught between two worlds. We’ll call him V —… Continue reading
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“The Night I Walked in on Cheeks I Shouldn’t Have Seen.”
It’s strange how the small things — a sound, a scent, a shadow — can turn into memory’s echo. Back when I was working as a houseman at a hotel in Beverly Hills, I saw a lot of wild things. But nothing — and I mean nothing — prepared me for the night I accidentally walked in… Continue reading