Black Tar Mormon

I want to tell you how I ruined my name as a man and then built it into something stronger from the rubble. This is for anyone who has looked at the ashes of their life, mixed them with tears to create mortar, and undergone the arduous construction of redemption. I’m going to tell you the uncensored and gritty truth about my time as a Mormon and a missionary, but this is not a book about Mormonism. I’m going to tell you the intimate details about my early experiences with love and lust, but this is not a relationship book. I’m going to give you the raw and dirty confessions about my time as a heroin addict, but this is not a book about drugs. I’m going to tell you about what it took for me to get comfortable in my own skin, but this is not a self-help book. The pages here will end. That’s inevitable. But my story continues… just like yours. That is both the beautiful and terrifying responsibility of living life. Each day we are given a page. Each day we decide what our story will leave behind.