I’ve reached a monumental point in my journey.

After over a year in the same living situation, I made a decision that changed everything — I bought a van.

This isn’t just a change in where I sleep. It’s a shift in how I live, how I move, and how I build my future. This is the beginning of the next phase of Strum Life.

Right now, I’m focused on laying the groundwork for something bigger. I’ve started saving, planning, and preparing for the next stage of my music. This isn’t talk — it’s action.

You’ll start seeing me out more.

I’ll be showing up to support my friends at their shows — real musicians, real talent, real community. I’ll also be hitting open mics and jam nights all over the Bay Area, sharpening my skills, finding my voice again, and putting in the work where it counts: on stage, in real time.

Within the next year, I’ll be booking solo shows.

At the same time, I’m building the foundation for income through music and brand. I’m working on simple, effective merch — stickers, pens, and more — things I can sell both online and in person to keep this moving forward and fund the next phase.

Every day, I’m practicing. Every chance I get, I’m putting time into the guitar — not just playing, but speaking through it.

The van wasn’t just a purchase — it was a decision to experience life differently.

Some people might look down on van dwelling. I don’t.

For me, it’s freedom. It’s focus. It’s space to think, to play, to rest when I need to, and to move when it’s time to move. It’s already improved my mental health in ways I didn’t expect.

This is alignment.

This is sacrifice with purpose.

This is the start of something real.

Keep your eyes open.

This ride is about to take off.

— Strum Life

I’m Back: Recovery, Mental Health, New Music, and What’s Next

I’m still setting things up. Anytime I start something new, it takes a little wiggling and experimenting to figure out how it wants to roll at its best. That’s just how I work. Over the years, I’ve learned one important rule: always keep something on the burner.

Right now, that burner includes more than just music.

In the coming months, I’ll be launching a new YouTube channel focused on my personal story, specifically dealing with addiction recovery, mental health, and rebuilding life from the ground up. This won’t be a polished influencer highlight reel — it’s real life, real struggle, and real progress. If you care about recovery, mental health awareness, or what it actually looks like to keep going when things get dark, keep your eyes peeled. The channel should be live within the next month or so.

Merch has honestly been a pain in the ass — no sugarcoating that. Learning the systems, syncing platforms, pricing things correctly, and figuring out how I actually want to present it all has taken time. But I’m finally getting the hang of it, and more importantly, I’m shaping it in a way that feels authentic to who I am and what I stand for.

Looking ahead, 2026 is going to be a big year. You can expect more music than I’ve released in years, and I’ll be back on streaming services where the music belongs. This isn’t a comeback built on hype — it’s built on survival, clarity, and momentum.

I’m back, folks.
And this time, I’m building it the right way.

Is it a lie if you think you’re okay, but everyone else sees a shitshow?

The room was in Berkeley. It looked simple and clean in the video. I’d never even heard of an SRO before, but that didn’t matter. It was a start. After the divorce, things were divided up, and this was something I could pull off. For Berkeley, it was a good deal — probably the cheapest place in the city.

The building sat above a deli that sold more booze than food. Across the street was BART. From there, I could get into San Francisco easily, and I did. A lot. South of Market was usually where I got off.

South of Market had its own gravity. It wasn’t the Tenderloin, but it lived close enough to it to feel the spillover. Like the quieter twin — less famous, just as wired. You could disappear there without trying very hard.

At first, I thought this new chapter would be about creativity. About making money. About starting over. I bought a laptop and honestly believed that was where things were headed.

A little time later, I found myself pulled into something else.

I got a thrill out of doing illegal shit and being part of that world. Looking back, I didn’t just get a thrill — I got hooked on the movement, the access, the way the city worked underneath the version most people saw. I thought I was living a double life. Turns out, I was just living one really fast.

My using career turned into a science. I knew which BART train to take, which car to sit in, which station exit put me closest to where I needed to be. I knew when the dope man would show and when the cops wouldn’t care.

Most days, I’d score and be back on BART to the East Bay before anything had time to catch up with me. I took pride in never getting caught — until one day, I did.

And nothing happened.

I scored right in front of a cop. Then I did it again. This time, they laughed. That’s when I learned something important: the system didn’t care about junkies. Dealers got arrested and were back on the street the same day. Sometimes a few hours later.

Later on, a therapist told me something that stuck. He said I wasn’t just addicted to the drugs. I was attracted to the underbelly — the hidden systems, the routes, the rules no one explains out loud. Scoring wasn’t just about getting high. It was about knowing how to move.

I started scoring crystal on 8th Street early on, right as my addiction was being resurrected. I thought I was staying ahead of it. I wasn’t.

This blog isn’t the full story.
It’s just a glimpse into the world the book moves through.

More later.

Hi Blog,
I haven’t forgotten about you. Honestly, it’s been getting under my skin that we don’t talk like we used to. Come to think of it, I don’t talk to a lot of people like I used to.

Life’s been heavy — but in a good way. Jesus has brought me through some dark times, and lately I’ve been thinking a lot about how to show my love for Him and His Father. That’s been the center of everything.

I’ve been playing a lot of guitar, recording more than usual, trying to capture every spark while I can. Content is the new currency, and I’m stacking up what I’ve got — not out of fear, but out of faith that it’s all building toward something real.

I’m heading back to work at the airport soon. I kind of missed it, even while I was taking care of things. It feels like another piece of life is falling back into place.

Anyhow, things are looking up.
What have you been up to?
Yeah, you — I’m still listening.