If you read the back of this book then you already have an idea of my cheeky nature and what is in store for this compendium of my own emotional nonsensical veritas. I am aware it is not perfect. I am aware there is no such thing. I set out to find catharsis through creation and then share it. So please remember there is no ego in the manuscript you are holding. If anything there is an effort to kill my ego and be as honest as possible in what I went through. From raw emotive reactions and thoughts to pseudo-poignant points of enlightenment entangled in penmanship – I figured I would let it all write, be written, and thus be read. If these all, some, or even none resonate with you: thank you for taking the time. All of these are valid and okay. That too is a part of the creation of art. So this is for you. You. You , as in I. You, as in you; and You , as in all of us doing our best living one song at a time. I had to do something. If not, only for posterity but also in hopes that if it helps somebody….even once…then the catharsis through creation was not in vain, and I will be able to say I made something to be called ‘art’ that meant something and made an impact. To my closest friends and chosen family who supported me in this when I kept it close to the chest, thank you from the bottom of my heart: Daniel and Celia for your love and home, Annika for being my best friend and all your fight and support, All of my Iron Mongers gym Family, my MBS Strong squad, & all those who have ever supported me…. My given family: Dad, mom, and my sister, thank you for putting up with me. I love you all from the bottom of my heart. Here is to you …Slaint