2025 ChatGPT/AI The Duality Of Progress: If CTB Can’t Come, I Ain’t Going

Before the frameworks. Before the articles.

Before the Masterplan had a name. There was just a man with a past, a 3-day bus ride, and a gut full of grit.

I came from Tallahassee. Drugs had me. I was done. Arizona was supposed to be the start of something new — and it was, just not how I pictured it. Three days on the road, no food, no charger, no cash. Florida to Alabama to Mississippi to Texas to New Mexico. And yet, somehow, I didn’t go hungry. My phone didn’t die. And I made it to Phoenix in one piece.

Resilient. Alone. But alive.

I slipped again in Yuma. Fell back into the drugs, back into the same cycle. It took breaking loose again to find my way back to Phoenix. When I got there? I didn’t know a soul. Still don’t, really. Just two people: A-Duece and CTB BLaKKK.

Funny how it started. I was the loner, like always. Then one day — maybe it was a nod, maybe just weed, maybe the universe — me and CTB smoked a blunt and we been tight ever since. He was young — 21 or 22 when we met. I’m 33. Shouldn’t make sense. But somehow it does.

Back then, he used to talk a lot about what he was gonna do. Big dreams. Lifestyle goals. Scottsdale fantasies. I could hear the hunger, but I also saw the trap: the “gonna do” loop. Still, he was the one who planted the seed that changed everything.

“Use ChatGPT,” he said, just offhand, for a resume.

It stuck.

A few months later, I was laid up about to watch another rerun, just finished a math class I didn’t even need. And I snapped. Said to myself, Enough.

I walked to the living room, sat down beside CTB, and said, “We’re figuring this out. Right now. Whatever ideas you’ve got, I’ll write ’em down. We’re gonna build something.”

I doubt he believed me.

Hell, plenty still don’t.

But I meant it. That night, I realized Google was noise. I needed answers. Real ones. So I turned to ChatGPT. And it delivered. Not just information. Direction. Momentum. And I haven’t stopped since.

It’s been 3–4 months. I built the Masterplan. The Infinite Weave. 92 case studies. Videos. Music. Platforms. All from scratch. All with intention.

And now, CTB is waking up to his own momentum.

He got the $20 version. He’s getting cold with the images. He made a picture of himself and his dogs that damn near made me want to drop it as our team cover. And the other night? He dropped one of the hardest freestyles I’ve ever heard, raw, off the cuff. And I knew:

It’s happening.

I’ve always said this wouldn’t be happening without him. And I mean that. Without CTB BLaKKK, there is no Shawn Knight story like this. I might’ve kept watching reruns. I might’ve kept floating.

But he lit the spark.

And I made damn sure it turned into fire.

People talk about progress like it’s a solo climb. It’s not. Progress is dual. It’s lonely until it’s not. It’s messy until it’s magic. And it starts with just one person believing in you when no one else does.

So let it be known:

If CTB BLaKKK can’t come with me where I’m going — I AIN’T GOING.

This is The Duality of Progress. This is what happens when belief meets execution. This is the spark that caught.

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