“iiii, my friends call me Brent”.

For the past 34 years, I've been in the process of recycling a name that was given to me on a playground. In my twentys I ran from the moniker, with it two steps behind me, clutching forward at me in attempt to draw me back/to the I am. Early in my late twentys I finally embraced my brand, and have since embraced a once younger derogatory term, now empowers me. I have built a foundation on my vernerabilites. I have achieved strength through before perceived weakness.