BYOCP = Bring Your Own Crown and Pills

I started this space to have a place to clear my head.

I think it’s very naive of me to assume that can be done. I also think its unfair to categorize the things in my head as “junk”.

But if you grew up poor like me – junk is a means of survival. Anything can be recycled into something useful. Everything can be polished into newness and nothing is ever discarded.

It’s the address to the home of scarcity. And it’s not a place I want to live anymore. 

So I’m unpacking what I can, when I can. 

Some of it will make sense, some will make you throw your phone.

A lot will be sad – I’m on antidepressants. Some will be vulgar. Thank God kids today can’t read.

A few moments will be joyful because life is worth celebrating. Even when it doesn’t feel like it.

I’ll do my best to show up. And I’ll try to adopt that anti-Southern church rule – come as you are. 

I’ll be here – underfunded, overemployed, and underpayed, unapologetically. 

Join me – or don’t. I already paid for the domain anyway so fuck it.

Dedication: To My Best Fucking Friend –

Thank you for always encouraging me to quit my job and become a stripper ❤