so i was alone in the world at 17. no piano. i fell into the wrong hands. and found myself in a place that is what most people only think exsist in movies. to say that there was a war going on for my life between heaven and hell would be an understatement. the fact i survived the year between seventeen and eighteen is enough proof for me that a God exist because I should have died. i became addicted to everything and anything because i didn't have the outlet and my mind my soul felt to much and didn't have a release. i ended up following  the music so to speak. from clubs, to raves, to clubs. and then i got sober and i said what do i want to do with my life. i sat in a loft high above Atlanta for months kicking bad habits trying to feel again trying to remember who i was. alone but i got through and then one night at a rave i meet a guy named nick warren who reminded me who inspired me who pushed a button. and then the mission began. to build a studio, to move to new York to make music. now granted i was 18 yearold alone on my own who had just been through hell and back but i had a dream.

then i went to work ........

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