The Mirror People [intro/teaser]

I never wanted to be a junkie - but that didn’t keep it from happening.

I had the ideal life - was raised right, good home, two parents. High school graduate. Aspirations. Then one day - I found the needle, or rather - it found me. From there, it all went to fuck.

Dropped out of college to work pissy fast-food jobs. Easy enough to get and they didn’t care who you were off the clock, as long as you didn’t bring it to work - and I didn’t. Never went in high, never spiked up on shift. Still got fired though. Every single time.

It was the dope - kept me well enough to function in body while systematically dismantling my slowly crippling mind. Self-destruction. I had become the master of my own undoing.

An endless stream of second chances, fucked up by yours truly.

It took nearly dying to change my course of direction - but even third and fourth chances, I’d fuck them up too. A quick study of my life would exhibit an unmistakable pattern. Burnout I believe is the term. They would all place their bets and I’d prove them right with every failure. At least I was consistent in something.


I never wanted to be a junkie.



The Mirror People

Blood Oath

It Takes a Wolf

Through the Glass



A new three-part painting series.

Bubbling to the surface, soon.