Hi, my name’s not important—not right now. What matters is that I’m writing something I hope will mean more after I’m gone than it ever could while I’m here.

This isn’t a fantasy novel. It’s not a feel-good memoir filled with perfectly placed life lessons and clean endings.

It’s my truth. My mistakes. My love. My hell. My music. My kids. My moments of strength, and the parts I almost didn’t survive.

I’m writing my story as a final gift to the people I love—especially my children. They deserve to know who I really was, not just what I left behind.

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I’m doing this from a phone. No Wi-Fi. Just a patchy data connection, a busted thumb, and a memory that shows up when it wants to. I write through pain, through grief, through laughter, and most of all, through honesty. I call it my therapy—but really, it’s my song. The one I never sang out loud until now.

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Why I Need Help

I’ve come as far as I can alone. I’ve written chapters, saved moments, built a story that I think matters—not just for my family, but maybe for others out there who feel unseen or unheard.

What I need now is support to finish and publish this book the right way.

Your donation would help me:

Stay connected to the AI writing tools that are helping me structure and shape the book (like ChatGPT Plus)

Hire help for formatting, cover design, and possibly editing

Self-publish it in print and eBook formats

Print a small number of physical copies for my family

Keep telling the truth while I still can

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If You’re Wondering…

No, I’m not a celebrity. No fancy book deal. No manager or sponsor or platform.

Just a man from Georgia with a past, a purpose, and a promise to finish what I started.

If you believe stories still matter...

If you believe ordinary people deserve to be remembered…

If you just want to help someone leave something behind that outlives him—

Then thank you.

Whether you donate, share this with someone else, or just take a moment to read—

You’ve already helped more than you know.

With love,

An old violin

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