04/13/2026
Maybe it’s a homecoming… or maybe it’s me finally understanding what a second home really means.
Atlanta gave me so much—memories I didn’t fully appreciate until I left. Getting into Morehouse. Working at the Four Seasons. Buying my first 911. Freaknik. Antique shopping like it was a sport. The ‘96 Olympics. The food, the music… unmatched. I also became a father there—one of the greatest blessings of my life.
No beaches, no sand—but nothing beats those sweet Georgia peaches 🍑
I even had the chance to plant roots, to stay. But back then, my mind was on NYC. Funny how life works… sometimes you don’t realize how much a place means to you until you run from it.
Now I get to come back—with purpose.
Grateful to be part of the Black Boy Art Show alongside so many incredible artists. Full circle moment.