Jazzy in 2009: gives friends rides everywhere, brings snacks for the group, lifts everyones spirits

Jazzy in 2012: barely sees "friends", drunk all the time, hanging out with gays and in bars, pilled out of his mind, goes where the wind blows him, never got raped thank god

Jazzy in 2014: In a stupor, room spinning, vidscreen on, it transmits one singular idea and thought - TRUMP

Jazzy in 2016: Trains hard, cardio every day, pushes past breaking point to get stronger, lifts, has a purpose again

Jazzy in 2020: Disenchanted with Trump, feeling betrayed, unsure of purpose...loses direction...Converts to Judaism

Jazzy in 2022: Has stopped all combat training, and taken up dance. Still catches himself boxing sometimes and shifts into dancing. Has put energies and attentions into simple gardening. No longer pays very close attention to politics. But the feeling of tightness, of a coiled spring, is still in his chest and his head. He hopes, that if he ignores it, and avoids martial training, it will eventually go away completely. It feels like always being on edge. Like always waiting for an attack that never comes. Therapist said it was PTSD.