We Are Stupid. Bleeding. Naked History: A Memoir (of sorts), or: Illusions of Youth

We were legends. For Like... seven minutes.

This isn’t your average coming-of-age memoir. Unless your adolescence also included fake ecstasy, sponge bombs, a near-deportation scandal, and a naked sprint through Albertson’s.

But behind the chaos—beneath the firecrackers, the road trips, and vending machine heists—there’s something else: the slow, weird, beautiful process of growing up.

This is a story about music, friendships, and maybe God.