I was born in the late eighties in Los Angeles, and I’ve
come to realize that most of the cute stories from my early childhood were
actually the result of my mother looking for free air-conditioning
(tip: art museums offer both culture and climate control). Like all kids, I
like to think of myself as a rebel. In my case, this means a life spent
following my bliss on nights and weekends while I work a day job. With
benefits. I’ll never date an alcoholic or move cross country to marry a long
And I’ll never own a beagle.
Still, I’ve taken a few of my mother’s rules to heart:
Always buy art.
Always accept collect calls. No matter who or where they’re
Never turn away a friend who
needs a place to stay. (In my case, they’ll be staying on the five foot long
couch in my shoebox size studio apartment).