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The show is over.The lights dimmed.The applause faded.And I was back to… this. Same basement.Same grind.Same smoke-filled mornings. But now, something felt… off.A quiet tug at the soul. Like a ghost of something beautiful I’d just touched, now gone too soon. Maybe it was the weed.Maybe the alcohol.Maybe just the weight of hard living. But if I’m honest? It was the absence …

“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 …