This isn’t a brand.
This isn’t content.
This is the blood and teeth I’ve pulled from living in a world built on performance and pretending.
I write screenplays that haunt, burn, and refuse to resolve.
And I write blog entries that don’t blink, even when they should.

This is my creative ground zero.
The work. The rage. The clarity. The grief.
No filters. No feed-friendly lies.

I don’t do hot takes.
I do real ones.
Because someone fucking has to.

Read something.
Feel something.
Then go make something honest.