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About Houston

I’m hyped, but also, ugh, pissed – some dude on X is like, “That’s immoral,” and I’m like, “Bitch, mind ya business!” Who’s he to judge? I’m over here tryna live my truth. Anyway, I text this girl – total pro, she’s quick, like, “Meet me at 8.” I’m shook, but excited, heart’s racin like when I hooked up my first amp and it BLASTED. “The shadows are growing longer,” that’s from the movie, and I’m feelin it – this is some dark, wild shit I’m steppin into.

Muncie, IN

Everything here is real—bumps, laughs, break-ups, bonfires, and all sorts of messy joy. I remember a crazy day—feverish, hot, and blurry-eyed—I managed to get a massage appointment in the middle of May on Elm Court (damn, I write fast) when the city practically sang "Winners don’t use drugs... oh wait, no, they don’t mess around with mediocrity!" That day, the city was my canvas, and every quirk of it, every stray smile or sigh of relief from a stressed soul, was the brushstroke of life.

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