I think I'm onto something. I can touch all corners and cater to the people. As long as I stay true, folks will stay true with me (aleast I hope they do). I've come to the conclusion that throwing parties will generate the capital needed to fund the work I would like to do for the community back home in Asheville. The flyer you see above is for my Friday March 12th event. It's ultimate focus is to accept donations and purchase clothes and food for the homeless. I do feel a certain obligation to support and reach out to the homeless. My uncle choses to live on the street. He says he's "free" there. I understand the dream of living free but he imprisons himself by his thirst for alcohol. I can't understand how a man lets a substance control every aspect of his life. My mom tells me its a disease and seems to understand better than I do. Still, drug and alcohol abuse is something I can't logically understand as being a determinant that regulates my direction. Nevertheless, I love my uncle with everything in me. Often it hurts and other times everything is alright. With this being said I would like to dedicate my event to Uncle Bert who has been like a father figure to me my whole life. I pray he changes one day before its too late