Here’s a little information you might want to know about me! I grew up in the foothills of the Appalachian Mountains, in a breakfast community of DC. I lived in the same house all my life until I moved out at 17.

At 18, I picked up the guitar and my life changed. I had always written poetry (mostly bad lugubrious poetry,) but with help of a good friend and some alcohol, I was able to discover what I want to be doing until I die. Some people never figure that out, so I consider myself fortunate.

I have written hundreds of songs. It’s what I do. It’s who I am. Sometimes writing is the only thing that feels real in my life. The first song I ever learned to play was a song that my friend and I wrote called “The World is Constipated!”

Currently, I’m residing just outside of Chattanooga, TN on Signal Mountain. I’m taking in the sights and sounds of the south as I continue my journey writing about the things that happen to me and the people that I meet as I navigate these strange and troubling times.