Before collaboration and community.

Perhaps it was a wholesome belief in self... even that, for me, is a bit hazy. I don’t think I ever actively told myself that I believed in myself. I just did things, with no real gauge of success or follow-through. It was more driven by the idea of doing something I deemed 'cool.' I'd have to say that has always been my metric or line of reasoning for doing anything. I knew who I was creatively before I knew who I was as a man. 

Even now, my sharing has less to do with an attempt to connect or inspire and more to do with what I mentioned earlier. I should tell you now that I don’t want to tell these events in chronological order; the thought of that feels stale and, well, just boring. Also, I don’t want to describe them as memoirs because that just sounds serious and profound. So let’s just call them anecdotes. There's something about that word that sounds… DOPE