About Catastrophic Scripture

This isn’t comfort writing. It’s wreckage work.
I burn excuses and keep the receipt.
Proof, pain, ruin — that’s the ledger.

If you came here for uplifting arcs or redemption glitter, turn back.
If you came here to feel something sharp, stay.

I train, I write, I burn.
That’s the covenant. That’s the scripture.

Built in the Midwest. Trains, writes, burns. Nothing else to see.