My Story

After I graduated from college I returned to my hometown. I got a car because I had graduated in the last two years and there was program at a nearby dealership. I still had two more years in the Army National Guard. So once a month I'd drill about 30 minutes away and took two weeks out of each year for active training. Before I left Okatie, SC I decided I would puruse a career in rapping. I came back home the same year I graduated and was working on my raps during this time. 

I would freestyle and go over beats and looking back I was kinda rough, but I liked it. I also picked up video recording because I was partially in disbelief about my ability to actually rap. 

 I found work, traveling an hour and 15 minutes away, DoorDashing and Ubering people. My first job back was at McDonald's. This only last two weeks because I spazzed out on a customer and walked out. 

During this period, I got a job at the Board of Disabilities and worked the night shift. This lasted about 4 months. I got fired for sleeping during the night and damaging their vehicle and giving one of the patients the wrong medicine. This time I met Brandon and we shared a brief friendship. He eventually moved to Atlanta.

We shared a love of music and I continued to make songs during this time. 

I also started getting closer to an old classmate and we dated briefly. 

I worked as a news reporter for the Advertizer-Herald, which lasted for about 3 months.  She was also a journalist and had ambitions for film as I had. I forget how long this lasted. 

In-between jobs I was still Ubering and DoorDashing to supplement any income I made. Things weren't working out for me in my hometown. Sometimes I would sleep out my car to avoid going back and actually make profit. I was more  seriously into rap now and made enough to where I would occassionally book studio time for songs. 

At some point, I moved to Florida with my cousin and worked at a dog kennel. This only last about 3 months before I went overseas with KBR. I was rapping there too and was even told I ws too loud and waking up the sleeping bunkmates. 

I met Rose Ageymane there and we exchanged numbers.  I was fired after 3 months for one too many mistakes (e.g. losing my keycard and making everyone look for it or asking the wrong questions at the wrong time). I came back home and couldn't forgive myself for 2 years. I went from making $6000/mo to $7.25 at a local department store, named Roses. 

Eventually, I decided to try for my CDL (addicted to the money now) and that turned from a 3 week venture to a 3 month one. My class was large and there weren't enough instructors to go around. I failed out and came back home empty-handed, but I met Amare Gentry while there. My stepfather hooked me up as a summer counselor at the local college for about 2 months. 

At some point, I met fellow rappers and agreed to move with them to Myrtle Beach. I was enrolled at the college I was summer counselor at. I was trying to get my certificaion as tradesman. This lasted about 8 months. 

When I graduated I moved to Myrtle Beach and agreed to be a cameraman. The roommates I had recorded and it inspired me to get back on the mike. Unfortunately, one of the roommates was a hot-head and to avoid violence I found a replacement and moved out. My camera was also stolen. 

I lived out my car and sometimes slept on the couch of a friend I'd made there named Marissa Harriot. I was also recording during this time. I was DoorDashing and Ubering and worked at GoodWill during the day and a gas station at night. I decided to try for my CDL again and managed to past the exam after one failure. 

Unfortunately, I had several accidents on my driving record and couldn't really find a job. I was going to a MMA gym at the time (something I always wanted to do), but ended up getting kicked out for givng a high-schooler a concussion. The gym owner personally told me I was a "liability" and I couldn't come back. 

I had reconnected with Amare Gentry and he invited me to Virginia to start over. By this time I was really depressed. I was years out of college and hadn't had a stable job in years. I wasn't making consistent money and rap was expensive to fund. I went up North hoping to get a fresh start. Things started out well enough, but my friend had an "odd" way of relating. 

It eventually came to a head when I verbally yelled at him and he called the cops on me. They told me to leave the premises and I was back out of my car again. I didn't sleep that entire night and in the morning I checked into the homeless shelter. 

I stayed in Virgina for 3 years and worked at Amazon. I met some interesting people there. Three of whom I'm still in conctact with today. The whole time I was living out of the shelter. I was trying to use my CDL but my driving record was still in the way. I managed to get into two traffic incidents in Virginia which barred me from that route. 

After some time I finally came back home and this is where I am now.