When I first got to L.A., I was stretching $20 a week, waiting tables, and I did that for about six months. I didn't mind it at all, I was really happy for that experience, but it made me really get aggressive about what I want. I've been doing this since I was eight, and never considered doing anyt
At some point in my life, before I was gone, I wanted to make an album, even if it was for no reason other than posterity.
I don't think I've found the perfect job for me, but I know what I like, so that's halfway there, right?

