For most of the last eight years, I’ve worked as 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 you’ve made them when it’s too late.
And after some time, I came to and realized all I’d been doing was that: making wrong turns. Riding in circles. Gazing 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 of folly, 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, a slightly surer sense of direction and an itch to tell stories beyond this one.
EDUCATION
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New York University BA, English Literature Minor, Creative Writing