If you’ve landed here, no matter how you got here, then you should already be aware of the fact that I am not here to hold your hand in the ways that you may have grown accustomed to. So before you scroll any further, let’s be clear. None of these workbooks are designed for you to flip through on a chill, laidback afternoon and set it aside feeling inspired for an hour.

These are manuals. Work. And in so many ways, damn-hard work.

They will likely cut into the reasons (and excuses) and the stories you’ve been recycling, and relying on, and they will demand something from you that most people avoid—honesty with yourself.

And hard-ass work.

I’m not here to coddle you, tell you what you think you want to hear. I’m not here to cheerlead, and I’m not here to soften the edges so they go down easier or appeal to your current sensibilities. If you came here looking for quotes to post on your socials, or tricks to make life feel lighter without changing anything, you’re in the wrong place. Close the page and save your money.

Go away for now and come back when you believe that you’re finally ready to do the work.

But if you’re ready to stop circling the same problems over and over and over again, and really start evaluating the patterns as they right now, then this is where you start. The work is raw, it’s direct, and it won’t bend itself to your comfort. 

It isn’t meant for everyone. 

It’s meant for the ones who are done pretending.

Now, scroll down. Decide which one you’re going to do. 

And if you can’t commit, don’t buy it.

where do you want to start?

are you single?

This isn’t about waiting for someone else to show up—it’s about you showing up for yourself. 

This isn’t about waiting for someone else to show up—it’s about you showing up for yourself in your own, organic, genuine way.

My books and workbooks are here to help you face the hard truths, ditch the excuses, and build a life you actually want. No fluff, no illusions, just real talk and real growth.

My books and workbooks are here to help you face the hard truths, ditch the excuses, and build a life you actually want. No fluff, no illusions, just real talk and real growth.

so ask yourself: Would I date me? If the answer isn’t hell yes, you've got work to do.

time to get started.

in a relationship?

In a relationship? wanna check the pulse. perhaps things are not as you dreamed or want?

Love shouldn’t feel like a question mark. If you’re happy, great—keep nurturing it. If you’re not, or if you’re just not sure, it’s time to get honest.

My books and workbooks help you ask the tough questions: Are you staying out of love or habit? Are you both growing, or just going through the motions? What are you really afraid to admit?

This isn’t about blame—it’s about clarity. Because the right relationship should energize you, not drain you. And if it’s not? Let’s figure out why, and what to do about it.

No judgment. No BS. Just the truth you need to move forward, to evaluate—together or on your own. Ready to get real?

and you are?

Who the hell are you, really?

Not who they told you to be. Not who you think you should be. But the raw, unfiltered you—the one beneath the labels, the expectations, and the stories you’ve been sold.

if you’re tired of pretending you’ve got it all figured out, or if you just know there’s more to you than what you’ve settled for—that's your wake-up call.

It’s about uncovering you. The you you’ve buried, ignored, or never even met. Because here’s the truth: You don’t need to be found. you just get to be you--finally.

No spiritual bypassing. No empty affirmations. Just the hard questions, the real answers, and the courage to finally live like you mean it.

So—who are you when no one’s watching? 

KICK ROCKS: THE BOOK Be Real. Be Free. Be You.

This book is absolutely free here on this site. if you want to know more about the man that created all of this and "how" he got here to this moment to share all of this with you, well, this is it.

for some of you, you need to know, immediately, that this is a book and not a cry for help.

some of you are not ready for this level of honesty and transparency, so be warned.

I wrote this book because I was done with the lies. I wrote this book because I finally, finally, understood that I don’t owe anyone a damn thing other than my truth and who I am. 

This is my journey to share, with the actual hope that once you read the shit that I went through, you will be more willing to give yourself some grace and patience, understanding and care for what you have been through and where those experiences have brought you.

Meaning, the ugly turned into the beauty.  

Done with the pretty words that never healed a damn thing in the way that people had promised. Done with the people who told me to “get over it” or “man up” while I was drowning in shame, rage, guilt and self-loathing and the kind of loneliness that makes you consider ending it all. I wrote it because I did try to end it all—November 2, 1994, with a stomach full of Percocet and enough alcohol to drown a horse. I coded three times in that hospital. Three times…. And when I woke up, I would love to say that I realized something: I wasn’t supposed to die that day. And that I was supposed to live—not just exist, but live—and tell the truth about what it means to survive your own hell.

But I didn’t. Instead I wept because I had failed at something else. 

Fuck.

This isn’t theory. This isn’t some guru’s 10-step plan to happiness. This is the story of a Black kid from St. Louis who got his ass beat with an extension cord until he dissociated from his own body and psyche just to survive. This is about the neighbor who raped me at 13, the parents who beat me and called it “discipline,” and the years I spent believing I was nothing but damaged goods; I was a piece of shit. This is about the night my infant son Malachi died and how I had to learn to breathe, to hope, to “be” again. This is about the woman who looked me in the eye after I told her I’d been raped and asked, “Why didn’t you fight back?”—like it was my fault a grown man decided to destroy me.

I wrote this book because I know what it’s like to look in the mirror and not recognize the person staring back, and worse, to hate the person that I did see in that reflection. To do more than flinch at your own reflection, but to loathe. To pity. To want to be someone other that. To lie awake at night, choking on the silence because no one wants to hear the real story—the one that doesn’t wrap up neat with a bow. The one that stinks of blood, sweat, and the kind of grief that settles into your bones.

But here’s the thing: I’m still here. And if you’re reading this, so are you.

Maybe you’ve been told you’re too much. Too loud, too angry, too broken. Maybe you’ve been called weak for feeling, crazy for remembering, dramatic for demanding better. Maybe you’ve stood in the shower and scrubbed your skin raw, trying to wash off the touch of someone who had no right to you. Maybe you’ve held a bottle to your lips or a blade to your wrist and wondered if anyone would even notice if you were gone.

I see you. 

Because I was you.

This book isn’t about fixing you. It’s about what it is possible in getting free—from the people who hurt you, from the voices in your head that sound like them, from the idea that you have to earn love or prove your worth. It’s about learning to love yourself right now, not after you’ve “healed” or “improved” or become someone else’s idea of acceptable. Fuck that. You deserve love as you are.

Inside these pages, I’ll tell you how I went from a man who didn’t think he deserved to take up space to one who dances in the rain, sings off-key in the shower, and looks his wife in the eye without flinching and a heart that is wide-the-fuck-open. I’ll tell you how I learned to kick rocks—to everything and everyone that tried to shrink me, silence me, or convince me I was less than.

You don’t need permission to be real. You don’t need a degree or a guru or a goddamn pep talk. You need the truth. And the truth is, you’re already enough. You always were.

So if you’re ready to stop pretending, to stop begging for scraps of affection from people who don’t deserve your time, to stop letting the past dictate your future—let’s get to work. No fluff. No apologies. Just the raw, unedited truth.

Because the life you want? It’s on the other side of the truth you’ve been too afraid to tell.

Or say out loud.

Now?

Baby, we get to say that shit out-the-fuck-loud.