For those who do not know the backstory, the year was nineteen hundred and ninety four, September to be exact, and I was sixteen years old, and in the eleventh grade, and a huge advocate of improper grammar, spelling, punctation, and run on sentences. I was a long haired flannel shirt wearing dirt bag from the streets of Ronkonkoma. Streets that in my neighborhood, all went by people names. I grew up on Samuel, had a brief stint on Barbara, and completed my adolescence on the lovely Wendy. When I went away to school In Connecticut, I lived on top of Kimberly. Upon graduation, my first apartment in New York was once an attic, in a house on William. What does this all mean you ask? Not sure at the moment, but I know it will come to me.

Like very few other teens my age, I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life, but I was sure of one thing. I was going to take “Video Production”, because it appealed to me.

Yes I only got a 75 in Video Production, which ironically was my lowest grade out of all my subjects. I will still to this day contest that the low score was simply due to my resistance to conform. While my other classmates were filming poorly written dialogue based interactions amongst the green locker filled hallways, I was creating masterpieces, some of which I will share with the world soon. C grade or not, the day we were asked to create a logo for our “fictional video production company”, I created this:

Today, roughly 14 years later, with a freshly designed logo and 3rd iteration of a website, that company is still fictional, and continues to scarcely produce videos once in a while. Blah blah blah fix/rewrite later.