Asking for help to continue to help..

My name is Taron Haynes for those who do not know. Most known by Tae, or Ron, and now WEEZ :) I’ve spent my entire life fighting for something greater than myself. Fighting to break cycles, fighting to create something meaningful, and fighting to bring unity, strength, and purpose to those around me.

I was born into a life where nothing was handed to me. Raised in a single-mother household, I became the man of the house at just nine years old, raising my little brother while my mom struggled with a serving job to support us and keep a roof over our house with the assistance of welfare, fast forwarding to now where she was in and out of jail & on the streets. Now she's on her way to healing and bettering herself with the help of rehab. Hope was never something I had—not really. I just had survival and a deep-rooted responsibility to make sure my little brother didn’t have to go through what I did.

Even with the weight of life pressing on me, I kept pushing. I worked, I hustled, I sacrificed, and I built. I started my brand, Weez, not just for me but for “we”—for everyone out there who’s ever felt alone, who’s ever felt like they had to do it all themselves. Weez Gotcha became more than a slogan; it became my mission—to help people, to create spaces of unity, creativity, and opportunity for others.

I put every single dollar, every drop of sweat, and every ounce of my energy into building something from the ground up. And I don’t regret it. I don’t take back a single moment, because I know that everything I’ve worked for was for something bigger than me. But life has a way of testing you.

    •    They stole my car.

    •    They tried to steal my freedom.

    •    And now, I feel like everything I’ve built is being stripped away from me.

Most recently, I was arrested for texting and driving, and unjustly sent to jail. On top of that, the person I thought was my mentor—my landlord—has now given me an ultimatum that is forcing me to either harm myself business-wise or leave the property entirely. After six years, today—my birthday—marks the last day I will be at Studio Place.

I never thought I’d be in this position, but here I am, having to put my business on pause for at least two weeks while I figure out my next steps. I have no car, no stable home, no family to fall back on. The truth is, the only real family I’ve ever had are the people who have supported me, my clients, my community—the ones who saw my vision and believed in me even when I had nothing.

And right now, I need help. I don’t like asking. I’ve always found a way. But today, I’m here asking for support—financially, emotionally, however you can. If you’ve ever trusted my vision, if you’ve ever seen the work I put in, and if you’ve ever believed in what I was trying to build, I’m asking you to believe in me one more time.

I’m not giving up. I’m still pushing, still fighting, still finding my way. My day is coming—I know it. And when it does, every single person who has ever supported me, helped me, or believed in me—I promise, Weez Gotcha. I keep my word on that.

I just need a little help getting to where I’m going. Anything helps, and I appreciate every single one of you.

Love Weez