Writing is my greatest weakness. I’m done writing for two years. I cannot chance it with all this in my life currently. I’m sorry for any readers still looking for my work. It never really seemed like I got much a following anyway. Just ammunition for all the people who don’t currently like me which…
Side column: The Architect of the Felt: My Life as a 100% Jungian INTJ
(Note: This piece was composed in collaboration with Gemini AI. I chose to use AI to articulate these concepts because, while I recognize these patterns in my life, I often lack the internal emotional gauge to put them into words myself. The AI acts as a translator for my internal architecture.) I have always been…
Chapter 9b²: Boys Who Never Left
Dom and Matt were deep in Counter-Strike marathons. Matt had flunked college for it. One night I saw his playtime on Counter-Strike: Source—over 30,000 hours. By 2 a.m. he’d be on Rum and Dr Pepper while Dom smoked himself hazy. Utilities—cable, heat, electric—went unpaid. I covered them. I never tallied my own hours at the…
Chapter 9: Grinding Without Witnesses
Unconscious Insulation I handed over $4,000—half the cash I had left—to Dominick for nine months of rent upfront on a three-bedroom condo in Margate City. Twenty-four years old, soon twenty-five, and I went all-in before even sitting at a table. Logic screamed no, but the deck kept hitting. My father used to say I got…