As a young boy I loved to go fishing with my dad and play in the creeks catching crawdads with my little brother but then my dad passed away. He was my hero, he worked hard and took care of his family but right at that instant my life seemed to change. Children can be cruel, even as adults we know that losing someone is so heartbreaking. Children aren't always so nice. So I had a chip on my shoulder as I grew older but I also realized I had bipolar and depression. It was very difficult to manage even though my mom would take me to my doctors and get my meds I wouldn't always take them. I was smart with good grades and athletic. I could also play the guitar like nobodies business, but I was not always the easiest to get along with. I went to college and then dropped out several times because I started to use drugs and then came heroin. I first ended up in jail, then prison off and on with drug addiction for most of my adult life. Missing out on so much... My family, my life...

During these years I started drawing and it was the only thing that was calming to me and it kept my mind busy and it felt peaceful. My mother is writing this because she wants to share with the world my art; as I am no longer here on this earth, but my spirit will always be with her. My art is a way to donate to many foundations that are helping people like me that could still be saved.