Alright, so I’m trying to learn from mistakes, but man, I keep tripping over the same crap. I’m in my Austin apartment, AC cranked too loud, that burnt toast smell from breakfast still hanging around—yep, messed that up too. Like, just last week, I blew another deadline ‘cause I...
Okay, toughest moments hit like a punch to the gut, like right now in my cramped Brooklyn apartment, AC rattling like it’s about to die, cars honking outside like they’re mad at me personally. Last month, I was up at 3 AM, freaking out over a health scare, googling...
Life changing experiences don’t always scream “Yo, pay attention!” Sometimes they creep up, like last week when I slouch on my sagging Ohio porch, sipping coffee that tastes like burnt toast, and this cardinal lands on the railing, staring like I owe it rent. That bird sparked something, man,...
Overcoming adversity been kicking my ass lately, holed up in my tiny Brooklyn apartment where the AC’s wheezing like it’s on its last legs—kinda like me after that breakup last month when I sobbed into a pile of greasy pizza boxes. Like, life’s cruising, then wham, it hits you...
Man, the lessons from failure that I've picked up while hustling through this crazy life in the States have straight-up reshaped how I roll. Like, sitting here in my cramped Brooklyn apartment right now, with the hum of the subway rattling the windows and that faint smell of street...
Okay, so life lessons learned the hard way – these are the scars I’ve got from tripping through life, typed out in my tiny Brooklyn apartment where the radiator’s rattling like it’s auditioning for a horror movie and my coffee’s gone cold again. I’m sitting here, city noise leaking...
