Some find comfort in the pursuit of love, wealth, and social standards. I am a dealer of words. The creation of stories that pour from my veins is the only high I seek. Graphic details that litter my brain with filth, deception, and despair create the keys’ loveliest taps. When you close your eyes, do you see the darkness, or is that when your world comes to life. A masterpiece lives in my soul, and yet, is the world ready for my form of art? One stroke of the key and down that invisible rabbit hole I fall. Come with me?