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Master of some

Jack of all trades Master of some

From barefoot guitar in Mexico to courtroom patent wars
From code to comics

Creation was never one thing

Then Came Sound

Music. Code. Escape. Freedom with rhythm
I found my way through signal and syntax

Sound became a door. I walked through

No Drug will stop me

Born on a rainy night. The doctors tried to delay me.
I didn’t wait.

Defiance was my first breath

Religious Childhood

No sound. No doubt. No dreaming

But my questions grew teeth

Hit The Road Jack

Body

Practicing handstands. Feeling into flexibility.
Maybe kitesurfing next — or maybe just learning to breathe deep.