Max

He has been homeless for two years now, navigating chronic back pain from old injuries, memory issues, and the relentless cycle of theft that comes with street life. His phone, bike, belongings—even $2,000 worth of his cologne collection—were stolen. He often jokes that all he has left is his Costco card. On the streets, addiction becomes survival: a way to stay warm, ease pain, or simply make it through the night. Weed and CBD have helped him manage chronic pain and have even helped him get clean in the past.

Despite everything he has lost, he remains grounded in music, which has been part of his identity since he began organizing underground raves in 1991 across L.A., Orange County, Vegas, and now Utah. Warehouse management and rave culture have been the two pillars of his work life. But today, beyond rebuilding his own life, he dreams of something larger: real, compassionate systems to support unhoused people. He worries especially for young women on the streets—those who fall into addiction and become targets for predatory men. He protects who he can.

He knows how to survive with nothing now, but he longs for the life he once had—a home, stability, dignity—and hopes to one day help create better solutions, perhaps with the backing of someone visionary enough to reimagine how society treats its most vulnerable.