Sep 12, 2022 | Uncategorized
The fire that eradicated most of what I owned when I was 15 years old was emancipation from things. I became a Minimalist with one spark of a flame. But that October day still smells burnt in my memories. It was the day my childhood ended. Walking through the...
Apr 30, 2022 | Uncategorized
My mom, dad, and I were all in a patient waiting room in Minneapolis. A small room in an area of the children’s hospital. I was cold, wearing nothing but a thin, paper hospital gown. It was the late 80s and I had turned 15 the day before. Half my head was shaved...
Oct 18, 2021 | Uncategorized
You are. Never forget that. If you think you aren’t, tell that to 16-year-old me in this photo. This punk rock me. Standing in front of a microphone with long flowing hair, flanked by Matt Luksetich and Ryan Flanagan, singing my head off Jim Morrison-style with...
