When I was four I shoved an uncooked pinto bean so far into my nose that I was unable to remove it myself. As my parents undoubtedly wondered if I was the best person to carry on the family name, we rushed off to the hospital. Luckily the bean dislodged itself, but only after an interminable three-hour wait.
What does this mean for you? That I never stop testing limits, that I never stop exploring. I am the Magellan of legumes and hopefully, one day, the intrepid producer of interesting content that touches people on a deeper level. Like the brain or the heart, and not just the upper reaches of their nostrils.
Currently studying art direction at VCU's Brandcenter and moonlighting as an insomniac.