💌 How SceneWall Saved My Life

I had lost everything—
My son.
My business.
My home.
My bank account.
My wife had just passed away.
I’d pushed away every friend who tried to help. And there I was—dying by the needle in my own bathroom, haunted by addiction, paralyzed by grief.
I wasn’t living. I was a ghost in my own house.
And I was haunting myself.

But time... time and consequence started to shift something.
Recovery court came into my life like a slap I didn’t ask for—but holy shit, I needed it. I don't even remember how I got tangled in the system again, but that was the rope I grabbed onto.
Accountability.
Consequences.
Knowing I couldn’t use without risking a cage—that was the first grip I had on change.
It sucked.
But it worked.

Then—somewhere in the static—I picked up screen printing again.
At first, it was a distraction. A hobby.
But the second I stepped back into that ink-stained world, I felt it: This was mine.
I started hitting shows again. The sweat, the screams, the crowd howls—I remembered.
Music has always been my lifeline. My anchor when nothing else held.

One night, after a set that cracked my chest wide open, I came home, looked at my wall, and thought:

“Why don’t I have something from this? Why doesn’t anyone offer that?”

So I started printing.
First one poster.
Then two.
Then a full-blown shrine to every band that ever pulled me back from the edge.
Friends saw it and wanted their own. I hooked them up.
The project became therapy.
The therapy became SceneWall.

And SceneWall?
It became the thing that helped me stay clean.
Stay creative.
Stay alive.

If you want to know more — like the raw, unfiltered truth — what it took to get me where I am today — starting from my roots — all the nitty gritty — check out Who is SceneWall.