4:21 AM

As I sit in front of the computer screen thinking about life I can't help but wonder, "How the fuck did I do it?" I mean, I found myself in just about every shitty situation. I somehow managed to escape the shitty squats, the police investigations, the elitist bullshit, the neighborhood drama and my own personal ghosts to an extent and now I'm getting back up on my feet. Those days that I once had before my luck ran out were wonderful. I know that many of them I won't get back and I can accept that. I burned some bridges and hurt a lot of people along the way due to immaturity and selfishness and I hope that in time they can forgive me. Even more, I hope that I can grow the balls to apologize. Things are better now...I'm married, I have a daughter and I'm learning to get back on my feet. I'm still alive.

The Beginning

I used to sell cocaine in order to buy weapons for CIA insurgents in South America and the Middle East, as well as fund my own personal wars at home. However, such patriot games are now behind me. These days I'd much rather sit on a rooftop with an ice cold 40 and watch today's empire crumble while in the company of some good friends. However, you'll more than likely find me in the sketchy forgotten establishments of Philadelphia selling pornography to the walking dead of Philthadelphia in order to make ends meet for my wife and daughter. I suppose that this was easier than starting a zine and is probably going to be the end of me trying to get one of the ground. After all that is anyone still listening?