Toxic City. The place where toxicity flows into your spirit like spilt spoiled milk and arsenic-laced honey. Few make it out alive with their soul intact. Most stay to endure hardship, struggle, and strife. They lose, sacrificing their purity of heart and peace of mind in favor of recycling old, outdated outlooks as they reteach toxic perceptions to new generations. There are many tales of woe like this, but these toxicity tales are mine. It’s time to bust up the toxic cycle, but first, accountability must be taken.

It’s time to remix this business and right the wrongs done in order to truly heal within.