Video Essay from “Whats it All About” (Inside the Minds Eye Ep.1) Continue reading Heroin, States of Psychosis, and Falling in Love
From selling dime bags to 10th graders, to trafficking pounds of product for the amigo cartel, Keaton Mack breaks down the escalation of hood rat sh!t in East Cobb.
He was also a psychotic wizard and a drug addict (i can relate) serving 18 months in federal prison.
This is: Inside the Minds Eye w/ Keaton Mack Continue reading Inside the Minds Eye w/ Keaton Mack Ep. 3
Sometimes I forget how awesome it was to be psychotic.
Like a hand of god on your shoulder guiding your way. All aware, all powerful, and totally insane.
It feels so good that when you come out of it you’re sad it’s gone. Continue reading “Whats It All About” (Essay)
“In this podcast, we talk about my experience playing college football while attempting to manage a drug habit, an encounter with a 4 month state of psychosis, and a heavy period of heroin addiction…” Continue reading Taking the Face Mask Off w/ Adam Abramowitz
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
During a state of psychosis, I tried to be a rapper.
I believed it was my life’s purpose, I believed it was my destiny…I believed I had been bestowed with the gift of flow and my duty, nay, my entire reason for existence, was to record an EP, become a rock star, and change the world.
I had never even performed on stage… Continue reading Let it Flow
“…This isn’t your fault loved ones. I can’t be helped. I love you. I hope your wishes come true in your endeavors.”
In that moment I finished up bottles of benzodiazepines and liquid opiates quickly. I felt the life inside me slowly start to wash away into a silent fading rhythm of my heart and breath. “Here it comes. Finally…” Continue reading The Bottled Suicide: Fear, Depression, & Finding a Purpose
“I lost sense of time. I lost sense of where I was. I lost sense of my thoughts. My head was craned down as I let the tears flow. I could no longer hear the crowd. I couldn’t hear anything, all I could do was feel.” Continue reading State of Psychosis