Towards the end of 2016, I was the worst version of myself. I thought leaving home, Los Angeles, specifically a little bubble referred to as the South Bay, was the answer to my problems. Boy, was I wrong! I spent 8.5 years going around the world, but I finally made it home, in what I deem the best version of myself. Not physically, because shit, getting old really does suck balls! But I found peace. That’s the easiest way for me to describe the difference between the worst an

Honoring my soul dog. If you can't foster or adopt that's okay, but volunteer and/or donate. Maybe we can't save them all, but we can try.

Forever a part of my life.