Chronicles

If You’re Listening, Steve…

What started as a dream turned into something bigger—a quiet letter to Steve Jobs, asking if he could still whisper to Apple from wherever he is. We talk about smart glasses, frictionless design, and the tools disabled people like me are still waiting for. It’s not just about convenience. It’s about freedom.

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You Might Want to Sit Down for This

The first five minutes after I wake up are pure, unfiltered honesty—before the self-censorship kicks in. This post is a raw dive into the daily internal war between rage and restraint, and why I’m done holding back just to make people comfortable.

Signal Drift

Signal Drift: Chapter 9

Cronauer took a step closer, then another. He laughed, then choked, then laughed harder—tears forming before he could stop them.

“You kept it,” he said, voice cracking. “Jesus Christ, I thought it got crushed.”

Bill grinned and gave the truck’s fender a smack. “Still runs. Still kicks. She’s been resting, but she’s hungry.”

Across the tailgate, in faded black spray paint, the name still read: THE BEETLE BOMB.