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“I didn’t run from the city —

I escaped inside it.”

CHAPTER 1

THE ESCAPE

Growing up in the Bronx shaped me entirely.
The culture, the food, the people — all of it became part of my foundation. Riding the train with Skullcandy headphones on, listening to Akon and Daddy Yankee, I was always somewhere else mentally. In the greatest city in the world, my mind was constantly searching for an escape.

My mother introduced me to poetry. After my parents split, that was one of the things I held onto from her. I watched how she could stretch a single moment into something timeless, how her words painted pictures without needing an image. That was the first time I remember thinking, I want to do this. I want to create worlds the way she did.

If I wasn’t building my own reality or lost in video games, I was probably fighting. I got into trouble often — school never knew what to do with the anger I carried, and neither did my parents. No one really taught me how to release it. Creativity became the only place it could go. Headphones on. A comic book open. Stories forming out of whatever was around me. That was my refuge.

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My mother played a major role in who I am. She introduced me to the music that would later shape my taste and my sound. She helped me understand myself — why I feel deeply, why I observe quietly, why I move the way I do. In a flawed world, she taught me how to still recognize beauty. That what defines a person isn’t how they look or where they come from, but their soul and their heart.

She showed me Jay-Z, Daddy Yankee, Kanye. She told me stories about her brother’s comic books — the ones he always kept close. From a young age, I realized I loved pop culture not just for what it was, but for the creativity behind it. So many different worlds existing at once, overlapping — to me, that became a metaphor for humanity itself. Different lives, one planet, shared space.

My imagination escaped through anything it could find: video games, comic books, novels, movies, music. Every influence left a mark. You can find all of it scattered throughout my sound, my visuals, and my inspiration.

This was the beginning — the moment I understood what truly mattered to me, and what I wanted to be surrounded by.

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