I moved to Des Moines when I was 15. I asked my mother to give up costody and sign parental rights over to my grandmother, who I lived with while I went to school. I was clean and finally starting to figure myself out. I can only say that now without laughing. I was still very out of my own place, and I didn’t even know what that place was. All I knew was that I could write music, that I had no idea what that could mean and that I was still surrounded by people I couldn’t relate to. I hadn’t found my tribe yet.
