“I’m not a drug addict, a Jew, or a ginger.
But I’ve been addicted to drugs, I’ve had a bar mitzvah, and my skin needs a boatload of sunscreen to protect itself from the giant devil globe in the sky…” Continue reading Maybe I’m Just “Me” (The Illusion of Identity)
I couldn’t sleep. Every few minutes my eyes would look towards the phone to see if she saw the message I had sent. My mind ran circles around pain… Continue reading A Warm Bed in a Cold Room
“If you spend enough time in and around 12 step meetings, you’ll assume the narratives of other people.
You’ll regurgitate their beliefs, rather than your own.
We’ll say we never had a choice, and looking back, we’ll realize we really didn’t…” Continue reading We Have a Choice
“Social media is an echo chamber of attention seeking behavior.
Everyone’s got something to share and we’re all scrolling through barely retaining anything. These words are no different…” Continue reading The Social Media Echo Chamber
“Heres the truth:
You could write a strongly worded essay every single day and never make a dent…” Continue reading Capital “T” Truth
Just because something is widely understood to be “true” doesn’t mean that it is… Continue reading The World is a Story Told By Us
If you’re wanting to hear a story about drug addiction, consequence, and the pursuit of artistry give this podcast a listen.
It’s weird as shit:
Continue reading Inside the Minds Eye w/ Hayes Johnson (Redux)
Fear is a total illusion. It’s an internal experience that grows in power as long as it stays up here 😳👈
When I express fear and share it with someone else, I’m able to recognize the false projection that it actually is.
It’s a neurological response to an infinite variable: the unknown… Continue reading On Fear
When heroin is removed, all that remains is the obsession.
When you don’t have it, you’re antsy and anxious and depressed. You can’t enjoy the weather, people, music, movies, or art.
The idea that people can be outside mowing the lawn, or talking on the phone, or smiling and laughing is unfathomable. Continue reading Rock Bottom
For 4 months, I traveled the country while Eminem, 50 Cent, and Brad Nowell communicated with me through AM radio stations.
I had a mission, I had a plan, and I had a purpose.
I was supposed to be an artist. Continue reading Psychosis
