[ALL of the proceeds go to GiveWell, a charity... this is me begging you... this is me begging you... to buy my album... and help my life... mean more than an empty champagne bottle... and a leap from a bridge...]
you could save a life. not mine, but a little money can go a long way. it can't go to the past to undo all the horrors of time. but still, it can go a long way. ... i cried for twenty minutes [or was it hours? or was it days? or was it years?*] in the bathroom outside of the movie theater. and yes, i thought about it - jumping from a bridge. i still think about it. but first i wrote music, and then i wrote more. and now...
"twelve years a slave" is the song i want to be heard... i may have taken a break from crying... but i haven't stopped...