Look, I'm gonna be real with you...

I didn't even know who Charlie Kirk was three days ago.

But watching people celebrate a man getting murdered in front of his KIDS? That broke something in me. And before you come at me about politics or whatever—just stop. This ain't about left or right.

This is about me spending 10 years locked up for attempted murder, then watching "normal" people act like someone's death doesn't matter because they disagreed with his tweets.

You know what's wild? I used to carry guns. Shot at people. Sold drugs that destroyed families. And even THEN, in my absolute worst, I wouldn't have touched someone in front of their babies.

But here's the thing that's eating at me...

While y'all are arguing about whether he was racist or not (based on 30-second clips), I'm over here asking myself: Am I even living half as boldly as this dude was?

Because that man woke up that morning not knowing he'd never see sunset.

Life is a vapor, family. A VAPOR.

And most of us? We're out here living like we got unlimited respawns. Judging everybody else's walk while we're barely crawling ourselves. Pulling specks out of eyes when we got whole trees in ours.

So yeah, this episode might make you uncomfortable. Good.

I'm calling myself out first. Then I'm coming for you.

Because if a former dealer turned believer can ask these questions... what's your excuse?

(Warning: This one hits different. Might want to listen alone first.)