PreFace

I've long been scribbling passages into countless diaries; withholding my mind's innermost secrecy to fall upon deaf ears. As life continues to happen, every moment, I feel that if not for the sake of writing, but for the sake of expression, my revelations in life should be documented.

I'm originally from Chicago - the city of big shoulders, the windy city. The abundance of culture and life of the city is what causes me to forever call Chicago home. I'll touch on this more as I go on... but something that I've come to realize, is that true culture - whether it be art, history, music, whatever... is rare in reality.

It's said (or believed) that the manner in which you were raised develops the path in which you walk later in life. I grew up in a seemingly normal family. I'm the youngest, my parents are still married, and I went through the normal means of high school and college. But everyone's story is different.

My story begins past the trials and tribulations of adolescent melodramas. My story begins in the second year of living in the City of Sin, after adapting and conforming to the societal prescription of idols. This is my story of a Beautiful life.