I was awkward looking in middle school i guess; basically I liked to make my own clothes and be artsy/free spirited all day long, which apparently was weird' to the tanned soccer players who had just gotten boobs at my school, they made fun of me/pushed and kicked me, until I became a wise-ass and bit back hard.
Plus its always rewarding to see they still work at the same places in my home town, while I'm living it up in NYC making money off those clothes I used to make myself that were so "weird"


