A plainspoken memoir about turning rage into work, and work into love.
At twelve, a trauma cracks a boy's world and leaves him counting tiles, doors, and disasters. By fifteen, the anger spills into street fights and alcohol. At seventeen, he walks into a boxing hall and learns three-minute rounds, clean jabs, and the mercy of a bell. Jung helps. So do headphones full of punk and metal that fence his attention when ADHD won't. At twenty-one, a year in uniform teaches square words, small steps, and one-check-only.
He never fights under lights. He fights for a life that's steady.
From the hall (and a coach everyone calls "uncle Mike") to late-night edits for local bands, from youth clinics to Repair Saturdays, he builds a useful rhythm: water within reach, help asked for—not assumed, leave early when heat starts. When his grandmother's health turns, he quits work to care for her through the last four months—love as scheduled chores, dignity as a list you keep on time. After she's gone, he starts the Good Person Fund for headgear and bus passes, keeps the floor, and carries the door key like a promise.
Written in simple American English and short, honest lines, From Anger To Art is a working-class memoir about OCD, ADHD, sobriety, boxing without glory, and community without speeches. If you believe small, timely acts can change a day—and sometimes a life—this book is for you.
Inside you'll find:
- A punk-paced, compassionate voice—no fluff, no pity
- Real tools for staying steady (rounds, rules, better habits)
- A love letter to grandmothers, coaches, and rooms that keep us
