“ South Side San Jose.
Palm Valley.

Some of the most beautiful houses/ apartments I have ever seen!

I still remember my first summer there.
I spent it mostly inside playing through the Metal Gear Solid series.

Time raced.

Before I knew, I had a week left of summer vacation.

I remember going to 7th grade orientation…

Try to imagine how hard it was for me to sleep that Sunday night knowing that tomorrow morning I would go to a new school, meet new people, and write a new story.

Too much happened during my time in San Jose.

So I’ll just reflect on one part of my History.

There was this girl I went to school with ( I don’t want to mention names).

This girl was quiet, shy and beautiful.

I never knew how to approach her… “

- A journal entry dated: May 30th, 2015.




This projects was not suppose to become what it is now.
This collection was created with the sole purpose of drifting off into.

But I guess during their production I found myself drifting off into places I hardly allow myself to drift off into.

Don’t get me wrong, now that I’m much older I can look back on those times and say a lot of the things I was going through were exaggerated teen tantrums.

There are, though, a few things I guess you really cant let go of be that good or bad.

In my May 30th journal entry, as continued to read into what I was going on about ( I’m not expressing myself, or explaining myself as well as I can now.)

Aside from my entry about an ex lover, there were a few things I noticed I captured really well, or at least remember well enough to this day.

I hadn’t really reached out to any of my friends I had made when I was attending school back in 2008.


I was in San Jose from 2014-2015 going to trade school (my initial move there was in 2008.)

Majority of that time I spent alone.

Often in places familiar to me from before.

One night, boarding a train, heading home.
I remember thinking to myself, looking down and only feeling the movement of the vehicle as it streaked through the city.

It was a blur.

Five years before that, 2010.

I lived with my Mom in West San Jose, some shabby apartments down the street from E-bay and some other tech companies.

I was still attending school on the South side of the city, so I would be up at 4AM getting ready to catch a train from the West side back to the South side.

I did it because I wanted to be close to my friends.

I fought like hell to be there with them.

And for a while I was.

I remember taking those train rides to and from.

It was so strange to be ripped apart from something beautiful, twice.

We’re living in a weird time in History and I think given the situation and the rate we need to adapt to certain things in the moment,

I’m okay with openly declaring that:

this collection of music is dedicated to an ex, a friend and a city I have fond memories of.