My purpose is to fulfill destiny's lot of reaching that one person who in turn may reach ten thousand, who then may reach one million; I've been blessed with jewels and only wish to pay it forward.

Cornflakes in My Water was written partly in tears, laughter, depression, as well as a hyper manic state, thus providing a unique, often in depth look into a troubled man. I think it's an appropriate broadcast for the adolescent to the old timer providing insight in the toppling of obstacles; it's an illustration of converting negatives into positives, or proven that it doesn't require riches of a paper currency to allow those jewels resting in each of our hearts to shine.

About me: I was raised in a single parent home by my mother who early on abused drugs. My dad, by contrast, works for the Los Angeles Sheriff's Department, though we've never met; at least not as father and son. As a juvenile delinquent, the Probation Department had a stern hand in raising me before handing me off to California Youth Authority and eventually prison. I always thought I'd end up in Hollywood jumping off a building. Though I'd always been acutely aware for my affinity for words, my passion for writing, I haven't fully recovered from the shock of actually making it this far - spiritually. I no longer live for self but for the betterment of mankind.