On the road to to find my voice again. Escaping an alcoholic mother and a meth addicted father sent me towards my salvation, disguised as my demise. Half a decade kicked my ass as a train rider, multiamorous drug addict, and dumpter diva. Let's see what supressed childhood bleed through the seams of my bittersweet, misconstrued recollection of wild dreams. I have a perspective that isn't made for the masses and I prefer to keep it that way.