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Well, well, well. Look who’s back.

 

Quick recap for the uninitiated:

 

I once wrote a whole dissertation on how social media should be socially responsible (spoiler: it isn’t). This was during peak BLM era, when I realized facts were optional, feelings were the real currency, and likes were basically Bitcoin for your ego. Bonus points if your “truth” didn’t start a small war.

 

Naturally, I logged off. Hard.

(That was two years ago. Anniversary cards are welcome.)

 

In my little hiatus, I had a terrifying revelation:

I was pouring everything into everyone else… and leaving myself with whatever emotional crumbs were left.

 

Thus began my 2024 “Self-Care or Bust” tour.

Turns out practicing what you preach is… kinda amazing?

Now in 2025, I have a job I believe in, a family I actually see, hobbies that aren’t “doomscrolling,” and a blood pressure reading that doesn’t make nurses flinch.

 

Which begs the question: Why am I back here on the Hellsite?

 

Great question.

Turns out, during my time becoming a semi-functioning human, I fell back in love with guitar, piano, and songwriting. Instead of meditating, I did scales. Instead of yoga, I learned weird chord voicings that sound illegal. Somewhere along the way, I accidentally made four albums.

(Recorded in one take, mistakes included. I call it “Artistic Chaos.”)

 

I’m not trying to be famous. I’m just contractually obligated by the universe to share this stuff somewhere, and—shockingly—social media is still the cheapest soapbox around.

 

No, I won’t beg you for streams or money.

I’m just here to quietly drop my creations, wreak a little harmless havoc, and exit stage left with my dignity mostly intact.

 

Let’s see what happens.