When I look at the world, I look past the masks we wear. I'm not interested in how we present ourselves to each other. I want to know what's going on under the mask.

We're all bruised and damaged. But it's that damage that makes us beautiful. I prefer broken people. The most interesting among us are the most damaged.

The world I write about is grimy. It's been lived in. It's that very unshininess that makes it attractive to me. Darkness is far more interesting than light. I write to pull back the curtain on who we really are—brutal and glorious, petty and righteous, and just trying to find our way in the world.

I invite you to explore my dark little world. Share your thoughts and let me know how you feel about what I'm saying.

Until you explore it, it's only me. And it's very dark in here.