“For the ones who read between the lines.”

OFFICIAL STATEMENT – JUNE 19, 2025

“For the ones who read between the lines.”

Yes,

the stories are true.

Every word.

Every woman.

Every time they stood at the edge of something impossible —

something kind,

steady,

real —

they chose instead to fall

back

into the arms

of the familiar poison.

They knew what they could have.

A man who stays.

A man who doesn’t hit,

doesn’t cheat,

doesn’t gamble,

doesn’t vanish into powdered nights and broken mornings.

But the stillness scared them more than the storm.

And so, yes — I’ve had sex.

But mostly with women who were still chasing ghosts in their veins.

And if not that, then women with ghosts in their pasts.

And now?

Now I keep it simple.

If you only smoke a little weed —

fine.

I’ve lowered that bar gently,

like someone dimming the lights before sleep.

But if you still flirt with destruction —

if you sip wine like it’s medicine,

or treat honesty like a game,

if you lie, cheat, vanish, steal, or gamble with hearts like dice —

I wish you peace.

But not my presence.

Because I’ve built a life

out of what I wasn’t given:

calm, loyalty, softness, trust.

And I won’t set it on fire

to make anyone else feel warm.

So if this message feels heavy —

if it lands in your chest like a quiet kind of truth —

then maybe, just maybe:

Come over.

Bring a big tub of Ben & Jerry’s.

Melt it slowly next to me on the couch.

Let your head rest on my shoulder.

Breathe.

Don’t speak about the chaos you left behind.

Just be here.

No envelopes.

No high.

No lies.

Just you.

And me.

And a little peace

that no one has to earn by falling apart first.