Matt. 19. Just trying to write the chapters to my story. Motocross keeps me sane. I like stretching my ears. I like taking photos. Like tattoos. Love a good bit of hardcore music.
I wrote Chasing Ghosts as a narrative based wholly around someone that has committed suicide and has passed onto the other side. It’s a story that I hope people will see for what it is; an example in song of why you should turn to someone close and talk instead of taking that last fatal step towards death prematurely. I just want to reiterate to people that once you’re gone, that’s it. There’s no ghosts. There’s no heaven, no hell, just finality and the wreckage left behind in the wake of their decision.