10/18/2026
A couple weeks ago I hit seven years sober and told y’all how I got here. Here’s where I’m headed.
Quick recap. Fourteen rehabs. He**in, crack, pills, a .46 BAC. Bullet holes in a Woodward Street trap house. Barefoot and bloody, ten feet from the dope window.
But somehow a serial entrepreneur through it all 🤣.
Still a ju**ie and a drunk from South Memphis. I just don’t drink or use anymore.
I’m a crackhead who lost the dope and kept the energy.
Now I sit with judges, DAs, and agencies that used to put cuffs on me. The drug court that kicked me out is our partner. Probation and parole is working with us to get men coming home into sober beds instead of back on the block.
777 South Main will put detox, rehab, and job training under one roof. Faxon will give kids somewhere safe to go. Elvis Presley will be the front porch of Soulsville. And we’re starting to carry what we built in Memphis across Tennessee.
None of that is me. God did that. The rooms did that. All I did was keep showing up.
How does a crackhead end up hiding Afghan families from the Taliban or buying dope houses he used to squat in? I’m just dumb enough to say yes to things way out of my league.
The only thing I do different: when something breaks my heart, I run toward it.
Every instinct says look away. Scroll faster. Change the channel. I’m convinced God puts those things on our hearts on purpose.
The thing that breaks your heart is the map to your purpose.
Your thing doesn’t have to look like mine. You don’t have to evacuate anybody or shut down a trap house. Maybe it’s the kid on your street with nobody in the stands. The widow at church who eats alone. The new guy shaking in the back row of the meeting, the same way I was.
Find it. Lean into it one percent more than you did yesterday.
Do that long enough and you’ll look up standing in rooms you never had any business being in.
Recovery gave me a life I didn’t earn and don’t deserve. It’ll do the same for you if you let it.
Go do some crazy sh*t. Point that energy at whatever breaks your heart.
Seven years and two weeks. Still one day at a time. God is good.
Dangerous men. Good deeds.
