NFL Player | Poet | Public Speaker | Artist
Blind I remember the first time I saw you. Not when I stumbled upon your Instagram and saw you in so many places with so little clothes. I remember the first time I saw you. Not when I picked you up from the airport. When we exchanged hellos, didn’t touch but smiled at each other…
Do not cry, mother, for football is not war. We do not carry arms against the less fortunate Or shoot amongst the crowd And the divided sides are not nations But boys that thought playing a game Made them men. Do not cry, mother. Football is not war. Yelling men, beer overflowing, we enter…
I wrote earlier about my upcoming article with non-profit organization To Write Love On Her Arms and the day has finally arrived. My article is posted live on their website and I'm ecstatic. If you all would please go check it out, share, and tell me what you think I would appreciate it. I talk…
I hadn't been to Venice Beach in a few months. Before I moved to LA, I would have sworn most my days would be spent at the beach or in the hills. I would find so much inspiration there, only deep in nature did I feel home. Sadly, the security and peace you feel at…