"The thrill of blood and victory sung me lullabies while I slept, while my waking hours were filled with fantasies of justified brutality. I wasn’t special. I was a Marine. A warrior. And people call us heroes."
Many people suffer from one or more of these issues. I'm a bipolar writer and war veteran with PTSD, who was also a bartender. That's 4 red flags at once. When I realized I had a problem, it still took two years...
"When I find this guy, I'm not going to hit him with a fist, I'm going to backhand him, slap him, then pull him close to let him know why. And I'll be smiling Cheshire while I'm doing it."
A few days into it, I slipped... I looked down at the slight tear in my pants and smiled, thinking "Not today, God! Not today!" And I was right. It wasn't that day. It was the next.
In the same class was Mark. He was thin, with pale skin, acne, a pinched voice and black, wiry hair, a born victim of ridicule in the ridiculous atmosphere that is high school. And somehow he’d won. This wasn’t possible...
Promotional Video for client, The Hope Museum - a facility dedicated to breast cancer awareness and feminine appreciation.
Video - An autobiographical story about a transient moment I experienced as a Marine in Kabul, Afghanistan, as performed at the TEDx inaugural event in Columbia, South Carolina.