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Just another human, figuring shit out, healing and building a life in Europe with my pup. 

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Things About Me

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. 

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. 

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. 

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. 

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.

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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. 

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.

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Things I Love Most

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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.

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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. 

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. 

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

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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. 

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.

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. 

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 

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Three organizations saw fit to intervene in my life; publishing their narrative as if it were fact creating a new identity of who I was and who people til this day still accuse me of being.

 

The NFL Players Association. The Wall Street Journal. KOMO 4 News in Seattle changed my life in ways I never knew faceless organizations could, without a care for me as a human being. 

Like a coordinated hit played out over several years, I had no chance against these institutions. I lost everything, including nearly my life.

These things still hurt. I have carried this burden for too long. I cannot change what was said — but through my words, my voice, my point of view and my social media, I will address them. Not obsessively; but as a man trying to heal.

For The Record 

This section is my healing zone. Each week I will add a screenshot below to what I call my "Recipe to Heal." Each new topic will be an ingredient of sorts — something said by the NFL Players Association, The Wall Street Journal, or KOMO 4 News in Seattle that I need to address, drop into the batter, and leave there. The point is to take something that hurt, say my piece, and never have to carry it through pain again. After each entry I will include an oral follow up on TikTok and Instagram.

 

Now, these next paragraphs may seem long but they are important. They are of my ex business partner, Gary Buckley Woolever and of my side of the story as it involves him. And though his nickname is Buckley, his aliases include Adam, D. Wilson, SCIOB, D. Meisner, Carma Izzabitch — yes, that is his favorite, along with at least ten rotating email addresses using my name or the names of past businesses I owned. Now on my TikTok I have called him my stalker, but I should have always just addressed him as Gary Buckley Woolever. So it is here that I will say everything I need to say about Gary Buckley Woolever and never feel the need to defend myself against him again. If I ever reference him on social media it will only be to give context to something I had to survive, and how I moved forward from it.

 

Here is my point of view on our long, messy, unfortunate history, summarized.

 

He invested $440k. Our business failed. He had far more involvement than he is willing to admit. He sued me. He used every tactic available to him, including those from the three organizations named above and I cannot actually fault him for suing me. At the time he just wanted his money back, but in repeatedly losing early on in his lawsuit, he decided he was willing to do anything win, ignoring his own accountability.  But in fairness I was exactly the same way, I was really fucking scared and too embarrassed to address any of it honestly. In the early stages I do believe, in my heart, he just wanted to work things out as peacefully as possible. But the version of me he had to deal with didn't believe that accountability starts before the consequences feel like they will hurt. I lied when I should have been honest. I was honest when I should have said nothing. And I said anything to escape the discomfort of facing him, his attorney, and the truth that I had not only failed to live up to what he had hoped for, but what I had hoped for myself.

 

I look back and realize, I had a real chance. We both thought I would be some badass hero making us both rich fast. Instead, as he has said truthfully, at some point all I had were excuses. I am not going to belittle my efforts,  I did try. And I am not going to downplay what I was capable of. I was a fucking badass. Top sales person at 22 at a brokerage. Then for five years ranked number one to five nationally as a top account executive for a major wholesale finance company. I did hundreds of millions in sales and that made me believe I knew everything. The arrogance I had was a line I crossed because it made me unstoppable before, but it also made me a dreamer who tried everything from coffee shop stands to a reading program that gave out health supplements instead of pizza. I was not a liar, or a fraud. I just was not ready for what that moment required of me.

 

What Gary Buckley Woolever deserved was this version of me. The one writing this. But in accepting my failures then, he has to find his own as well.

 

Anyway. After deciding he would no longer play fair, he and his attorney did two things effectively;  they manipulated the civil court process and coordinated with KOMO 4 News in Seattle to execute what they told me directly was a plan to ruin my reputation, remove my ability to defend myself, force me into prison, and win the lawsuit. Those are nearly their exact words. I don't know if I was too arrogant or too afraid to believe them, but I chose to ignore it — and that cost me everything. I never  never defrauded Gary Buckley Woolever and if the proof were as simple as he claims, his case would not have required the involvement of a news crew at every court appearance. What I will say honestly is that half the money can be clearly accounted for. The other half sits in a genuine disagreement about what we had agreed upon together and years later that is the reason I decided to try to work things out. Even with all the shit he had done, and everything I lost, I wanted to find a resolution, because I cannot honestly say from my side after all of this time, that I am one hundred certain that I did everything in a way that would be seen as acceptable. 

I want to make a specific note. I have no beef with hist attorney, Bruce Danielson. I met the guy several times in the early days and I think he genuinely was trying to figure out a peaceful settlement and in some weird way had my best interests in mind, but I was just to squirrelly. I did have a huge layer of respect for him but that also made me fear him and I would essentially say anything to him to just get out of our meetings. I can honestly say I wasn't trying to lie, I just had no clue how I could follow through on any promises, but I made them anyway. He was hired to do a job and as far as that goes, he did a really fucking good one. 

 

Now if other people can do the right thing easily, I applaud them and will admit that I have had to learn how to do the right thing in spite of my need to put myself first. And maybe it is fair or not, but people need to know that this battle cost me my company, my home, my reputation, and very nearly my life. - not once, twice. And has forced me to rebuild from the ground up six times, in the last 10 years. This isn’t to make me a victim, in fact you will be hard pressed to see me purely blame anyone for everything without accepting my fault in all of it. This is to highlight that I paid my price, heavily and continuously, for the same mistakes and with each time I was forced to rock bottom, I didn’t turn to vengeance, I just got back up and figured out my life in that moment. 

 

Now how Gary Buckley Woolever got his default judgment was not on the basis of the facts, was not because he had an open and shut case, it is because they were tactful in their approach and during most of the law suit, I had no attorney, and when KOMO 4 intervened, I quickly found I had no willpower to fight being embarrassed so often. At a time when I was literally homeless on the streets, they took advantage of that time to get a default judgment awarded that had the words fraud and other language that they now use, claiming the courts came to these findings, but thats not how it works. When you sue someone in civil court, you make the accusations, if they respond, the judge decides who is right. Not a single accusation that they have in their findings is because I responded and the judge disagreed with me. They are in there because when they knew I would not be coming to court, they made those accusations and the judge awarded them the only option available, which was to agree with them though default —and when you accuse someone of something in civil court and the judge enters their agreement, even if it is in default like this, that becomes a statement of fact;  It does NOT mean it is true in real life, it just means, as it pertains to this law suit, a statement is now legally factually, even if it is not legally true. If it’s confusing to you, imagine how I felt back then.  Now in their efforts to manipulate the courts they were also awarded a bench warrant, not because law enforcement asked for it, but because Gary Buckley Woolever and his attorney knew they could ask for it and without me there to respond, would get it. The put specific language in there to make it appear to be a criminal arrest warrant and KOMO 4 news, the NFL Players Association and the WSJ all supported their lie and clearly new it was a lie because of how they would word it in their articles after they made the accusation of Fugitive or Wanted. This to me is the part that may never be acceptable but that is why I will address it in my Recipes 2Heal section below. Regardless, it is a huge failure of journalistic integrity and even an outright lie when you take something you clearly know is not an arrest warrant and spin it to seem like it.

 

Now regardless of the interference by KOMO 4 news, I could have come up with the courage to still show up but I chose not to and will hate that forever, because I would have won. And in place of my poor decision, Gary was awarded a judgment of $970k with enough interest to raise that to nearly $2M in only a handful of years. 

 

Now when I was in Chicago, trying to recover after leaving Seattle — I mean I had nothing left, no support, no opportunity to work and was fresh off of two suicide attempts — it is the only reason I left. Thinking I could have some peace, it did not last long. Gary and his attorney reached out within months of me leaving, letting me know I could not escape them and told me to start paying, and I did enter into an agreement, which is interesting because it was during this time, they told the judge I was not cooperating with them, and got the famous bench warrant. But in total over the next year I did pay them close to $200k before asking to pause. The payment plan they kept increasing was impossible for me to keep up with and I needed a breather. Gary said no, and shortly after the WSJ called me a fugitive on the run, citing the article from KOMO 4 News calling me a fugitive, which cited the bench warrant as an ARREST WARRANT, and everyone fell for it — and to this day, brands, organizations and people will not work with me because they think I am some criminal on the run —and for about 3 years after once being famous for fashion, I could not get hired by anyone. 

 

I did eventually get a job and I was trying to get back up on my feet. And because I was hoping to put this behind us,  I hired one of the best mediators in Chicago and I offered Gary $1M over ten years. He turned it down. I went to $1.5M. I offered to co-author a book about our path to healing. I offered to appear on a television show he said he had and was willing to sign over my rights to help him secure both the TV and book deal. The mediator was as surprised as I was when he turned all of it down. That was the moment I understood there was nothing left I could do for him.

 

After he forced me into a deposition once more when I moved to Des Moines, where he tried to have me arrested, I realized I had to run again,  It isn’t Gary, but he knows which buttons to push that make me start thinking of suicide,  I am a three time survivor, and during this time, I felt tremendously alone and afraid again, watching helplessly as my efforts to rebuild fell apart all over again, because Gary Buckley Woolever was sending people the news articles, as he increased his pressure on threatening me with everything he will do to me.  

 

The messages in this section are a small fraction of thousands of emails, texts, and threats sent to me and to my websites over twelve years. And though it may not make sense to everyone reading this, the frequency of those threats, the timing of them, and the way he used every legal mechanism available to show up wherever I tried to build a life and take away every ounce of safety I had found — over time, Gary Buckley Woolever broke a hole in my mind that has been one of the hardest battles of my life to come back from. I want to be honest about that because it is part of this story.

 

But here is the irony. His most recent actions — and the actions of the people around him — showed me exactly what I had been missing in my own life. And that clarity healed me nearly overnight. Gary Buckley Woolever and the people in his corner may matter deeply to someone. I am genuinely glad he has them. But he does not matter to me anymore — and that is not out of spite. That is me hoping he one day realizes he cannot heal his own life while spending all of his time focused on mine.

If he reaches out to you, or if anyone directs you to his websites — cityguruinvestor and investwithjang — take the information. Read his point of view. Each of us deserves to be heard.

 

The truth is he did not ruin my life. The NFL Players Association, The Wall Street Journal, and KOMO 4 did — along with my own choices. He was a pawn. I was the subject. They broke me. But they did not beat me. And I will find my way to heal.

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Things I Write

I have so many thoughts in my head. Often a jumbled mess. But anything now is better then the times when I heard these words over and over again. 

"Kill Yourself." 

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