Share Your Life
This story begins back in May 2013 at the end of my sophomore year at The University of Texas at Austin. I had just finished my last exam in organic chemistry and was on a one-way trip back to Desoto, Texas, for the summer. At this point in my life I was unhappy with my living situation, my non-existent girlfriend situation, my "20 year-old young adult with braces" situation, and most importantly — the "why am I still in school" situation. I never wanted to be a doctor, a scientist, or a high-school teacher, but for some reason I was on the fastest Autobahn towards a life of personal unfulfillment. I would be depressed just thinking about living a life that wasn't designed for me. The same day I escaped the freezing conditions of the unreliable, yet inexpensive Megabus, I was greeted by my three best friends on Earth. Chris Bonner, Deonte McCoy, and Craig White sat in my bedroom and we exchanged stories about the last five months.
It had to be between Craig's story of sneaking into a Kanye West concert in New York and Deonte recounting his experience as a victim of a home invasion in Houston, when I realized my best friends were are all college dropouts. A term typically surrounded by shame and failure, I simply saw my friends as the world's most-devoted Kanye West fans. I noticed all of our conversations that night pointed back to music. After having a moment to gather my thoughts in the bathroom, I returned to my room and made the biggest decision of my life. "Yo, let's all make music," I told them. They all looked at me as if I forgot to wash my hands, but within moments, the room began to warm up to the idea. That night officially became the day I accepted the title of an “artist.”
Between the restaurant Pappadeaux not hiring me, $800 of late rent in my name, my mom throwing out all of the thrifted clothes I had in my closet due my insubordination, her concerns about my sexuality, and two-weeks of running away from home in search of economic prosperity in Kansas City, I happily admit this was the WORST period of my life. I felt the walls closing in on me, and my chances of pursuing happiness was at an all-time low. I was ready to trade my textbooks in for books filled with rhymes and leave Austin in the past as I planned to live in Dallas with my best friends.
It was early August when I exchanged tears with my mother and officially told her I was going to leave school to create music. It was the first time in my life I had ever told my mom what I was going to do without taking her stance into consideration. For the first time in my life, I was in control. My parade of unlimited autonomy quickly came to an end when mom woke me up the next morning and told me she didn't care what I did as long as I had a degree in my name. I raced back to Austin, Texas, that week to see if I was still eligible to receive government grants. I ended up in the office of Paula Foy, a coordinator in the College Natural Sciences advising center. She is directly responsible for me staying in school and switching my degree from biochemistry to economics. I knew she understood where I was in life when she asked me, "What would Jay Z do?"
Fast-forward three years and four months — I have a college degree from the University of Texas at Austin in economics and a minor in chemistry. I have a room full of vintage clothes that my mom constantly asks if I have sold yet. I own a creative company called Human Influence. But I have no music available to the public. People have asked me where the music is and I reply with, "we're working on it!" After forty months of "we're working on it,” you start to enter Frank Ocean and Jay Electronica territory for the wrong reasons. At first I thought my world-class attention to detail and "trusting the process" was the reason for the delay, but as time passed it became increasingly clear it was really my self-doubt and insecurities prolonging my debut as a musician. I don't regret the amount of time it has taken for me to conjure up the courage for this moment, because it is a part of the story I will eventually tell through my art. I am blessed to have had the countless trials and errors that have led to this moment in my life. I want to thank every single soul who has assisted me along the way for I owe my victories to you.
I hope my story inspires at least one more person to share their life with the world.