The pen isn’t really the weapon - the work ethic is the weapon.

No one touches me when I write my story, unless I hire you to or I allow you to.

Work controls my life, writing controls my life, performing controls my life.

I talk to my kids about my mothers energy and how she would have loved them. I talk about how kind and polite my father was. So that they have some kind of remembrance that even though my parents died from their addictions and so that they know they were genuine in how they were.

[My] hunger and thirst was, and still remains: How do I get people who hate poetry to love me?

The pen isn’t really the weapon - the work ethic is the weapon.

Music is a big influence in my work and sometimes drives the energy of where I want to go.