For most of the last eight years, I’ve been a bike messenger in New York City.
I ran lights, ate shit, made a lot of wrong turns.
But the thing about wrong turns is you only know after you’ve made them.
And after a while, I realized all I’d been doing was that: making wrong turns. Riding in circles. Looking up at buildings and wondering “What if?”
So I quit everything and left for the suburbs, where I holed up in my childhood room and decided that to make up for a life spent lost, I’d start another by writing.
And writing and writing.
And now I’m back in the city and squeezing myself between cabs again.
But this time, with a helmet. And a slightly surer sense of direction.
EDUCATION
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New York University BA, English Literature Minor, Creative Writing