I’m always amazed when people assume I am some kind of preppy abercrombie & fitch wearing douchebag. Apparently to some people I give that as a first impression. But it’s funny because I’m not. I used to make fun of those people in high school. I’m sure they made fun of us in return with our black t-shirts and our industrial music. But I was never a jock. I never played sports. I was never in band. I was skipping school and making movies. I was staying up all night writing poetry and reading philosophy books. I was sitting in Denny’s for hours on end with friends smoking cigarettes and drinking coffee. All my friends were in Nirvana rip-off bands.
We were burnouts or alterna-teens or rivetheads or whatever you want to label us as. Which is why I find it so intriguing these days when people assume I was some kind of polo shirt wearing, Dave Matthews listening uber-douche back in the day. Hey, I’ve chilled out. I’ve gotten with the program. I’m 31 and I have a 6 year old kid. You can’t forever look like a rebel and expect adults to take you seriously. Not to mention you mature and learn what works and what doesn’t work.
Hey, but I still have it in me. I’m now a professional artist. I’m still a huge geek. But I’ll never be a preppy motherfucker because it’s not in my core.