In the early hours of August 30th, 2025, I drank so much that I almost died. Aspiration, if not for a degree or two. Just, luck really, is all that got me to the point where I woke up and saw the mess I had made. Not just of myself, the space. Of my whole life. I always thought I would need to kill myself one day. I never thought I would do it by mistake.

And worse; I realized, I really desperately wanted to be alive. For my wife, who I love so dearly. For my family, my friends, for strangers on the bus. For my enemies. Oy Vavoy! 

There was a point in time I thought that I had to prove something to the world. That I had to be someone, or something, or something like that. 

Now.

Now, I'm Just Happy To Be Here.


A multi-media collection of works on the topic of taking nothing for granted.