Things About Me
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Five people pushed me to the point of ending my life. I hated them, until I didn't. But a forever-pain lingers as their actions still cast long shadows which highlights the cruel power we can impose on one another. Though most of my scars are internal, the physical ones are reminders of what I had to do to survive, when they drove me to homelessness. The truth is I've had major impacts in major communities like Seattle, New York and Chicago helping more people as a whole than all of them combined; but that meant little as they stripped my life's work and my life from me, twice. Yet, I ask this world to bless them and wish only the best for each of their futures.
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From birth, life seemed to dislike me. My father left when I was born, my mother gave me to my grandmother, my grandmother dropped me off at an orphanage, all before I was one.
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Shortly before turning five, I was adopted into an amazing family, a home overflowing with ten siblings; but fitting in, just wasn't for me.
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As I grew, my talents accelerated, as did my flaws. A top sales producer, a tech entrepreneur, a fashion leader, a constant advocate for women of abuse, rescue pups and the underserved, I was a rising star. However, my need to appear perfect and the willingness to take short cuts to get ahead lead to repeated poor choices in myself, my actions and the people I let into my life. Everything I achieved, all the good I had accomplished, eradicated from existence like I never mattered; and every impossible success I earned just seemed like a reminder that from birth, life has proven to me that I don't belong.
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Haunted by the trauma of failed suicide attempts, the complete destruction of my morality when I was homeless and the unresolved anger from all that was lost, I still wrestle with the urge to give up. But one unfinished thought keeps me going... Is my life a lesson on what not to do... or ... the greatest comeback story that has yet to completely unfold... Verdicts still out.
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Things I Desgn
Beyond fabric and thread, I see stories. As a full-range fashion designer, I've had the privilege of crafting bespoke garments for more athletes than any other brand. It's not just clothing; it's an obsession. Suits, dresses, jackets, coats, casual wear – for men, women, and children. Every piece, a unique expression.
Things I Survived
Suicide and Homelessness
Homelessness was...interesting. The first time, I bounced between couches, the streets, and the physical scars that riddle my body are a testament to just how violent being homeless can be. The second time, I went from Motel 6 to Motel 6, barely keeping my head on straight. And though I didn't have food most of the time, I had a bed and a roof over my head, which felt like a five-star penthouse to me and my pup.
Suicide, is control. I know this won't make sense to most people, but for those who suffer, it does. My life phased between not wanting to die, but unsure of how to live to wanting to die, but being afraid of death, to wanting to live but also wanting to die to just wanting to die. This circular deterioration of my ability to attach to life is the reason I sought the control to end it; and the harsh reality is that suicide will forever be in my life now and that's part of the daily battle.
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I know I've survived so much, but these experiences stand out the most for me. And as difficult as it is on my hard days, I am proud to say I survived these things most.
Things I Love Most
DOGS. When I was homeless on the streets, my pup Hyphen kept me from being alone. When I was fresh off my last suicide attempt, my pup Seven gave me routine which, kept me alive. Though my pups are special, all dogs have a place in my heart.
SUICIDE SURVIVOR
Things I Am
My life has been reset so many times, I can barely piece together which version of me is waking up each morning.
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This last fall broke every last ounce of life out of me. Completely betrayed and humilated, I wasn't even healed from the prior time at rock bottom; so the weight of the old and the new crushed me without mercy. I honestly don't know how I made it back on my feet, but the shell of a man that crawled out of that pit had nothing left, and I barely kept myself from reattempting to take my life right away. Five years later, I'm finally finding some stability but I've only managed to build three pillars to my identity: a gym rat, a junk food lover, and owning the fact that I'm a suicide survivor.
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It's weird to have these as my only stable identifiers. But that's the funny thing about time. If we can gain control of it, we can use it to make our lives better.
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GYM RAT
JUNK FOOD LOVER
Things Said About Me
From 2016 to 2019, I clawed my way back to life through a rare chance to become professional fashion designer. At the NBA draft in 2016 I made clothes for a first rounder and the designs I made ESPN said was the best they ever saw. Shortly after, I went global. It was one helluva comeback as I went from a nobody to making more custom clothes for more professional athletes then any other brand as major publication after major publicaation kept debuting me as a world leader. The story that was never told; just months prior to 2016, I was eating out of trash cans.
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Before my mini-run at fame, I was a top sales rep winning all of the awards at a major corporate REIT in my early 20's, just because I thought it'd be fun. Then, I decided I wanted to build a tech company because it looked interesting and did so from the ground up. It quickly exploded into a travel and tech company that Google and Intercontinental Hotels called one of the best new startups of that time.
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Then came the collaborations. Nonprofits, city halls, corporations – they all wanted me, the following I amassed and the creativity that made me stand out. I made events that stuck with people, like a recreation of the Lady and the Tramp alley scene for a private dinner, and Seattle's first dog fashion show with adoptable fur babies called "Hot Men and Cute Pups." The ladies truly loved me for that one.
People called me a leader, sucessful, talented, a creator, a trusted advocate and selfless. Terms I earned the old fashioned way by outworking everyone and giving my life to everything I put my focus on.
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I'm not sure what I'll be called in the future, but from the book and TV show offers, to podcast guest requests and the attention I still receive, I'm simply grateful to just be called at all. Because, I still remember when I was fighting for my life and no one would answer, even when they knew I wanted to die. And this realization will always stay with me.
Things That Were Lies
In 2019, The Wall Street Journal falsely labeled me a 'man criminally on the run,' based on a civil bench warrant—a warrant that is the same kind issued for parking tickets. They knew this, because I called them and gave them all of facts, but they didn't care. They wanted to highlight the stories made up about me in Seattle, and to support my ex-business partner. And bet on the fact that I couldn't find a law firm to fight them and they were right.
Prior to this, KOMO 4 in Seattle published a series of articles that significantly damaged my reputation. These articles stemmed from a civil lawsuit filed by my former business partner and his attorney, concerning a real estate venture we managed in Arizona during my early twenties. At the time of the lawsuit, years later, I had established a prominent tech company and held leadership roles in the Seattle community.
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To maximize the impact of their legal action, the plaintiffs amended their lawsuit to include allegations of 'fraud,' a change timed to coincide with the journalist's reporting. The journalist then expanded these accusations, falsely claiming I had defrauded charities and investors. These claims were explicitly refuted by every charitable organization I supported, including Mary's Place and Susan G. Komen, both of which were named in the report. Similarly, investors in my tech company publicly denied any allegations of fraud.
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The journalist's sources consisted of my former business partner, a freelancer seeking a $250 payment, and an individual who misrepresented my donation pledge as theft. Notably, both of these individuals were contributing reporters to the same media outlet. Furthermore, extensive correspondence between the journalist and my former partner's attorney reveals a coordinated effort to strategically release these damaging stories.
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Back in 2015 and 2019, the idea of fabricated media narratives was largely dismissed. No one believed me when I said those oulets lied, and they maniuplated and exploited that disbelief to their advantage. The statute of limitations now shields them, but I possess a wealth of evidence—receipts and recordings—that reveal the truth.
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The actions of these two media corporations, and the three individuals who instigated their lies, caused me immense pain. However, I also acknowledge that everything that occurred under my watch is ultimately my responsibility. While I feel the urge to blame them and unleash my anger, I recognize that shit happens. People fuck up and I'm a prime example of that. To judge them and to refuse to move forward would be a truer reflection of my character. So, from my point of view. I won some. I lost a lot. I did great shit. I fucked shit up. People were great. People were shitty. But that's life sometimes. Fall. Get up. Learn. Move on. And hope I'm a better version this time around.
THINGS I POST
Instagram verified me back in 2018. I post mostly on fashion things and keep it more brand centric.
I only really started posting in Feb of 2025 and my TT is growing at 100 - 300 followers per day. I post my raw mental health thoughts and talk about dogs, food, clothes, my love for women and random facts. I'm still a nobody there, but my engagement is amazing with over 1.5M views in 60 days.
Things I Sell
I became globally known for my red carpet and game day looks for pro athletes, so I have a solid reputation for making the best designs for men and women that are unique, timeless and just all around sexy.
Even though I am obsessed with custom clothes, I want to create other items that will help me with my personal mission as a suicide survivor.
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For now, send me a message if you'd like to become a client. Or check back as I start to drop fun items that reflect my mood.
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