Welcome to my brain — a charming little hellscape where trauma, anxiety, depression, humor, love, and pure unfiltered rage all live together like roommates who definitely didn’t pass the background check.
Everything I’m about to share is unfortunately true. Names have been changed to protect the innocent, the guilty, and the people who would absolutely sue me. Some stories will make you gasp “What the actual fuck,” others will make you sad‑angry, and a few might make you laugh so hard you question your own morals. I’ve done a lot of stupid things in my life. Might as well recycle them into entertainment.
How I write depends entirely on whatever music is blasting into my skull at the moment. Music is basically the emotional life support machine that’s kept me on this planet. One song and suddenly I’m unlocking a dusty memory from the vault of my big, overworked brain — a place I lovingly refer to as The Inner Sanctum of Oh Fuck What Now?
Funk & The Flipside 