I grew up all over the world. The longest I spent in a single place is split between Yerevan Armenia and the backwoods of Northwest Florida; 4-5 years each. Armenia was international schools, Embassy dinners, bumpy road trips to remote villages with my father (1997-2000). Florida was my shooting fish with a cross bow out of my canoe in the swamps/ filming backyard wrestling days. (2000-2005). There’s still a little bit of “Florida Man” in me. I joined the Air Force in 2006. My first station was in Korea. My second station was in Germany, which is where I deployed to Afghanistan from. You might say that did a number on my heart. In 2010, I quit and started hitchhiking from there to Beijing. Then rode a bicycle from Xi’an to Bangkok. I started studying International Relations in Brussels in 2011. In 2014, I went to Nepal and taught English for a few months, then moved to Taos, New Mexico where I learned everything I could about sustainable development practices and got some hands on while I worked at a Ski Resort for a couple of seasons. That’s where I picked up snowboarding. In 2015, I started down my activist road speaking out against my work in Afghanistan. Since then, I spoke all over the world as a subject matter expert on emerging technologies used in war. I spent two months at Standing Rock, North Dakota at the indigenous pipeline protest monitoring the use of surveillance on protestors and getting tear gassed by the police. I spent some time in Portland after that. Then I came to Tijuana in 2018 to help asylum seekers who fled here from about 20 different countries. I volunteered with Food Not Bombs and a legal/medical clinic serving the undocumented. Now I’m working on a book and doing remote work.