Everything is going great, but the mystery and possible potential of the unknown continues to gnaw at my mind.

I hate to pass the buck onto my mental illness for my tattoos that I don't like, but it was the fucking voices.

My amateur porn career has come to an end. For now.

The prey becomes the predator.

As a slave to the state of California, I struggle to escape the sandpit of the ODR program that tries to keep me away from the love of my life.