About Me

I didn’t set out to build a platform. I set out to survive.

For most of my life, I have lived with severe, chronic pain. I’ve undergone multiple spinal fusions. Some failed. One left me with brittle bone complications and hardware issues that were supposed to be surgically corrected… but weren’t because my last surgery I sat in pre op with no medicine, no primary doctor, no doctor in my state… and when I left three days later they gave me 4 Noraco a day for 30 days.

It all started for me in 1992 when I broke my leg in three places and my butt bone… Along the way to 42 years of age, I was told I was too young, too fat, too healthy, too suspicious, too broken, or too dangerous to be trusted with medicine.

I was also told… explicitly and implicitly… that control over my pain was not mine anymore. That it belonged to those with authority over me. That access to relief was something to be earned, justified, or denied for my own good.

For over two decades, I have lived under opioid restriction.
Not because I harmed anyone… Not because I acted recklessly…
But because our government decided that self-medication itself… was a disease it had a responsibility to save me from. A responsibility to save me from making bad decisions.

That experience changed how I looked at the world.

I didn’t write Seeds of Vice just to teach others. I wrote it to remind myself… line by line, idea by idea… I wrote to teach my kids if something were to ever happen to me and they should ever find themselves in a similar physical state. I wrote what for the longest time I was afraid to be caught reading, thinking, or saying. I wrote my way out of silence. I wrote because I had reached the point where fear was turning into resolve.

I’ve stood close enough to despair to understand why people disappear into it. I didn’t. Instead, I made a decision: if I was going to live, I would do it without asking permission to exist or speak.

Seeds of Vice is the result of my decision. That decision.

This site is built on a single moral line: a harmless person must be left alone. If someone gives no measurable physical or financial provocation, no authority has the right to coerce, manipulate, or manage them “for their own good…” or the good of everyone else…

Any system that intervenes without provocation bears the full moral burden of proof. Failure to justify harming a outwardly Harmless person is guilt.

I do not argue whether or not a person having drugs makes them good or bad.
I argue that everyone has God given authority over their person and pocket.
I do not claim drugs are good or bad.
I claim drugs are tools like all others, and that individuals should be judged according to their character and not the drugs they use. Judged according to themselves not the potential evil in all men. Judged not on their conscience but proclivity towards harming others.

I do not ask the government for better healthcare.
I ask it to stop harming harmless people... As a requirement of civility in this not so civil Nation… Not so civil world.

Seeds of Vice exists as a school, because people must learn how they lost their sovereignty before they can reclaim it. It exists as a refuge, because people in pain are systematically isolated and silenced. It exists as a witness, because history needs a record of what was done in the name of protection. And when necessary, it exists as a weapon… not to overthrow governments, but to draw an unmoving moral line they must either respect or openly cross…

I am not trying to be accepted nor am I trying to be liked.
I am not trying to build a lifestyle brand.
This is the truth of everything.

There will always be people in pain.
There will always be systems that seek to control people through it.

Seeds of Vice exists because that control always crosses the line from protection into domination… and someone needed to say it.

I am a son of God.
I accept the consequences of my words and actions.
And I will not consent to the harming of harmless people.
That is all this is. That is who I am. And What I have built here.