People say I’m prolific. I also start a lot more projects than I finish.
People say they can’t imagine collaborating with another writer. Collaborations have kept my creativity alive these past couple of years.
People say I’m underrated. I’m always pushing forward.
People say extreme, transgressive art is problematic. That problematic shit has saved my life.
People say my work is triggering. Imagine living through the things that have inspired it.
People say lots of shit. Social media has turned everything into a worked shoot.
People say wrestling is fake. A plethora of injuries and premature deaths say otherwise.
Most of what people say is bullshit. But to them, the subjective is reality.
I’m not interested in what people say. But the people I love speak gospel.
Shut up. I’m talking.