Roads

To most of you, this is probably just a long, dark, dirty hallway. To me, this is my youth. I cut my teeth in this place. I've poured my blood, sweat, and tears into my art and honed my craft in this place.  Good old Studio 14, in Baltimore, MD.

It almost feels strange to walk this hall in the footsteps of a young, angsty teenager with a chip on his shoulder, and his heart dead set on world domination, and reflect on all of the things that have brought him to this day, and made him the man that he has become. It almost feels strange... But it doesn't. It's kind of funny that all of the paths, detours, and deviations I've encountered in life have always seemed to lead me right back to this place. Not necessarily this hallway itself, but a certain place within my soul.

I'd say one of the most important lessons I've learned in life up to this point is this: when the universe speaks, it would serve you well to listen. At least every once in awhile.
Cheers, y'all. ❤️

​Christian