The Unmusical Chair

Max Borland

My name is Max. I have suffered from severe Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder for the better part of 10 years. Well, actually my whole life. I have an amazing story littered with trial and redemption, from being homeless in a park, starving in the wilderness, going through OCD rehab with a celebtrity, and following my dream to beat OCD and become worldwide-success DJ Climax and share my love for music and comedy through my own funny music videos and content. I wanted to make a movie of my success when I made it called Good Crazy, and I had it all laid out. I made progress, and a year ago, I fell in love. I had a mental breakthrough, and was a day away from beating my OCD and living in heaven forever, accomplishing my dreams, and beating my OCD for the girl I loved. Her name was Grace, and I would've remixed Amazing Grace, believed in God, and shared the most amazing love story the world has ever known. Good Crazy would've been a beautiful mind-esque story of healing, with all the comedy, charm, and thrill of a Martin Scorsese film like The Wolf of Wall Street. Then, a trigger broke my brain, I lost the love of my life, and I am currently incapacitated. Climax was a brand of unshakable self-belief, hope, and comedy, all in spite of the world's greatest known doubting disease. Currently, Climax is dead. All that's left is a collection of grief-stricken poems written by a man struggling to survive. Maybe it's somewhere. I don't think another beginning exists, but maybe this is it. more…

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