These days anyone can write a book. These days anyone can share their thoughts. These days everyone thinks they are the son, the moon, and the stars.

The whine in heaven tastes the same as the whine in hell, only the cup is different.

I will never win literature awards or be considered one of the best. But, I see seed oils and processed sugars making people fat and hungry for something that is real. No longer will I just sit in the audience grumbling. I have been sheered of my comfortable sheep’s wool. I am a human now, naked and fearless.

What separates me from the rest? I can articulate my trails, tribulations, and darkness in such a way that makes even the smallest of violins sound jealous. The stew of stories I’ve been brewing over the years is now ready for tasting. I will feed you something radical and raw. I will feed you something to devour.