Living On Violence, Chaos, and Fear
Life is running on repeat. Days turn to weeks.
Where the Memory Actually Is, I Don’t Need a Destination
I don’t remember destinations as much as I remember being tired, lost, and awake enough to notice something real.
No Travel Plans, No Itinerary. I Travel Like a Psychopath.
Anytime I go somewhere it’s always some questionable part of the country and that’s where all the good stories happen. I love to travel and explore the places that aren't highlighted on the map.