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“Ahhhh…” I wake up in a cold sweat, head pounding like a bass drum in a tunnel. Vision’s shot—no glasses, no contacts. I’m blind, confused, and feel trapped in my basement apartment, two very different worlds pressing in. The more that I got into the arts, the more I felt at peace. It felt right.The deeper I got into black market cannabis, the more I felt …

I was all in now—deep in the world of local community theatre, and man… what a scene. The juxtaposition of it all was wild. One minute I’m in the streets, flipping pounds and spending weekends in the club, and the next I’m standing in a circle at a Unitarian church, rehearsing and playin theatre games with a group of actors. It was surreal. I kept my worlds separate&m …

Evolving was something I needed to do. If I was serious about moving to LA, about living in Venice Beach, about focusing on art, then I had to put my money where my mouth was. The art that was driving me west wasn’t just about drawing or painting—it was acting. I wanted to explore storytelling, to step into new worlds, to express myself in ways I’d never tried before. The problem …

To me, this was living large—but of course, it wasn’t. At 20 years old, I’d pull up to my apartment in my 2000 Cadillac STS, sitting on 24” Giovanni rims with a 15” drop-down TV in the ceiling. Just sit there. Engine humming. Smoke curling from a blunt. I’d find myself thinking about life, staring at the faded paint on the building or watching the light catch th …