“…I was not alone. Each with one shoulder planted firmly against the wall, stood about 25 guys. I was guided to the end of their line and we were all lead to the chow hall.”

“Heavy guitar riffs carried on lightening fast drum beats delivered anarchist, antisocial, rebellious, violent, and psychotic lyrics that encouraged a complete disconnect from societal norms.”

“It literally took me months to get past these hurdles of insecurities and to a point of boldly walking by faith into this space far outside of my comfort zone.”