About mistakes were made

Growing up was challenging, I lacked significant guidance or direction at home. Despite this, I had aspirations of becoming a professional artist. However, my youth was marked by frequent clashes with authority figures. Throughout middle and high school, I found myself suspended numerous times and constantly in trouble with law enforcement.

My social circle reflected the diversity of my interests and personality. While I actively participated in sports and formed friendships with them, my homies are also  a mix of nerds, gangsters, skaters, and Goths. I grew up with my finger stuck in many different worlds. This juxtaposition of worlds provided me with a unique perspective and a rich tapestry of different cultural experiences.               

Navigating through factory jobs, odd jobs, and the complexities of gray-area cannabis laws, it took me a long time to reach where I wanted to be – in a position to pursue art as a career. Along the way here, mistakes were made, and I would be the first to tell you that.