Kick Rocks: The Book. Be Real. Be Free. Be You.

KICK ROCKS: The Book. Be Real. Be Free. Be You.

Want a glimpse into the man that created all of this?

Maybe you don’t actually give a shit, because truth is, knowing anything about me doesn’t necessarily help you get to where you want to be.

But I will say this, and some of you won’t like it, but it is what it is; every single one of us has been through enough shit in our lives to know that this isn’t a fucking competition to see whose life was shittier. 

Instead, I share all of this so that you can see that our shit doesn’t have to define us forever. It doesn’t have to be the “thing” that keeps determining when or how we get to be happy.

On our own fucking terms.

This isn't a workbook.

There are no exercises. 

No prompts. 

No methodology.

This is me sharing the truth about my life. 

All of it. 

The parts I spent decades hiding. 

The parts that nearly killed me. 

The parts that did “kill” me — and yet, somehow didn't.

I was beaten as a child by my father. Extension cord. Nowhere to run.

I was raped repeatedly by a neighbor from eleven-ish to thirteen. For nearly a year. Because I wanted someone to tell me I mattered.

I wanted to feel like someone gave a shit about me. 

Just as I was.

On November 2, 1994, at Fort Bragg, I swallowed a bottle of Percocet and chased it with enough Colt 45 to kill a horse. 

But here I am.

On July 31, 1999, I found my infant son Malachi cold and still. Two and a half months old. I performed CPR on my dead baby and begged God to trade his life for mine.

Four marriages. Four divorces. Four DUIs. Years of drinking alone in the dark trying to feel something other than worthless.

And somehow. Still here.

Yes, here I am.

Not because life got easy. Not because anyone saved me. Because at some point I stopped waiting for permission to be myself and decided — on my own terms — that I was worth loving.

That's the whole book.

One man. The whole truth. No guru. No steps. No bullshit.

This is the foundation for everything else on this site. Before the workbooks. Before the methodology. Before any of it — there is this.

If you're going to trust me with the kind of work that lives in these pages, you deserve to know who I am and where I came from.

This is that.

Because, here you are.

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