Hi @Jf Alcala , I hope you’re doing well. I came across your community and genuinely liked the intention behind it. It feels thoughtful and well-rooted. 💜 I spend a lot of time helping new community owners improve visibility and engagement in ways that still feel human, not forced. While looking through your space, I noticed a couple of small things that could make a real difference. If you’re open to it, I’d be happy to share a few ideas Either way, wishing you continued growth and meaningful conversations.

***When I was a young man, about twenty-one or twenty-two, I lived in Green Springs, Ohio. I lived with my highschool sweetheart, and we were pretty happy. Green Springs is a cool little town to lay low. If you don't do anything too stupid, the law will leave you alone and if you mind your own business, everyone else will mind theirs. I sold a lot of grass at that time in my life, and worked at the drive thru right next to my apartment. I made decent money and was not on light supply of new customers and friends. When I wasn't working, I would read or play music. At that point in my life I was practicing music for about six hours a day. I was obsessed with writers like Selby Jr, Jim Carrol, William S Burrows and Irvine Welsh. I glorified and worshipped their madness and their addictions. Also at this time in my life I was really starting to nurture my own opiate addiction. And when I say nurture, that is exactly what I mean. I had it in my mind that the only way to create great art was to suffer tremendous pain, and who better to inflect pain on me, than myself? What kind of fucked up mentality is that? Lol. Lol. Lol. So, anyway, I had met a customer named Carrol. He drove a UPS truck and made good money. He was also a heroin addict and on methadone to try and kick the dog food. Carrol was a cool guy ,real chill and we got along great. I also purchased my first ever wafer of methadone. And was higher than giraffe pussy, as the kids say. Carrol had told me alot of stories. Some funny, some sad and one has stuck with me for over twenty years. It is a tragedy, and it unfolded as such.*** He told me: "You know Joey, Fremont, during the crack epidemic was absolute madness. I mean, it was unbelievable. People were dying left and right. People were losing their jobs, their homes, families, their fucking fortunes man!! I heard about a guy in Fremont that spent seventy-five thousand in ONE FUCKING NIGHT. One night Joey, one fucking night, one night!! Fuck man!!! Imagine that...blows my mind.