This book was born for many reasons. The main one was a way to release anger because of the toxic culture I was involved in at my past work place. My feelings spilled onto the pages like word vomit; the tears and sweat I had endured during my time at KRONOS was now being replaced with the wine I was drinking, and the words that were being created into pages, that eventually became the story, Just Another Ordinary Boy.
The anger that had been created was now leaving my body. I was becoming myself again. I had been so lost with the vicious nature that had become entwined in from my toxic work culture. This was a way for me to become myself again, once i had told the KRONOS story on the pages in front of me, the writing bug had infected my body. Those stories of pain and grief allowed me to write about all the good times that came after it, and all the great ones that had come before it. This is a piece of work that became a form of art and love that I would forsake. Though hate started this book, love conquered it in the end. From the seeds of hate, love grew into a huge mother fucking tree that any one would swing on and enjoy the sunset that was in the distance.