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This rice is flavored with garlic, cayenne, and homegrown basil — cooked slow with care. A porch-born plate that Liqesha and Snowbella never

Grilling helped me heal. From ZN.4 to sobriety, I found peace in fire, flavor, and faith. This is my ritual—rooted, real, and recovery-proof

Addiction had a name: LQXA. Death had a watcher: The Grand Looper. This is how I broke free and found life on the other side.

One wrong turn. A glacier. Laughter and chaos on Oregon’s Timberline Trail. Sometimes the best stories come from getting lost.

I used to black out. Now I just get fussed at for crumbs. One night you’ll sneak to the fridge—not for pain, but for peace.

I used to chase chaos. Now I chase peace. This is about healing, letting go, and finally choosing love over destruction.

Learn how to grow okra and bell peppers on a screened porch in Savannah. FTF PlantMasters makes gardening simple and powerful.

I don’t trap anymore—I testify. Three years clean from cocaine. I loved it. It almost killed me. But God had other plans. #FTF #1109

“I’m as they get.” Step 4 stripped me down but built me back. This ain’t just recovery—it’s a mixtape for the misunderstood.

Grilling sober. Growing basil. Resting deep. This Memorial Day, I didn’t relapse—I reclaimed peace. That’s FTF living.

Gardening gave me peace, prayer gave me power, and both keep me grounded. You don’t need perfection—just a pot, a seed, and a reason.

From seed to harvest—this guide helps Cody and his kids grow cucumbers and peppers together, step-by-step, Savannah style.

I didn’t come to recovery to be saved—I came because I was dying. This is how I stopped running and finally got rooted in the truth.

From relapse to raised beds—how I turned depression, addiction, and brokenness into growth, purpose, and edible hope.

“That night should’ve killed me. But it didn’t. Now I speak for the ones still lost in the fog.”

Cascade folded in silence. People froze mid-prayer, mid-breath. Shinkuro didn’t attack. He remembered—and dragged us in with him.

03:17 AM — the sky peeled. Shinkuro rose from Zone 4. No roar. No mercy. Just memory, cracked bone, and silence that screamed.

Shinkuro has emerged from the Rift. This is only his second form. The mask is cracking. The truth is waking up.

I stopped running from life. I started building it. 893 days sober. 1,061 days free. Face Thy Fear. GraveBoyz forever.

“You can fake it or you can face it. I chose to face it — even when it hurts. Still shaking. Still standing. Still free. #FTF”