As I recall, writing about myself was much easier in the first grade. My unconditional love for the color blue, Transformers and Captain Crunch with crunch berries was enough to garner a gold star. Several years later my love for these things continues but is no longer indicative of who I am.

I was born and raised in the South Bronx (the really bad part) by the most incredible self sacrificing parents anyone could hope to ever have. Twelve years of parochial school later I was confronted with the choice of attending Columbia or New York University. Luckily, the prospect of paying off loans for the next several decades didn’t appeal to me. And I decided to attend New York University where I discovered a love for film, art, media ecology and above all, Sandy.

Once in a blue I wonder what life would have been had I attended Columbia: fame, fortune and membership to an ultra elite secret society? Possibly but who cares? I found something most people spend their whole lives searching for, true love and happiness.

PS If anyone reading this could pull some strings and get me into that secret society it would be greatly appreciated.