Naive, convent-educated teenager. I think the lackluster of everyday is exciting because its real. I live in a few diffrent cities every month, being a rancid, lunatic, metal child. I'm a high achiever, all fizz and push. In LA, I catch a hangover; And in new york, I'm a real new dealer. Selective and unperdictable, My hair is usually tossled; manifesting itself in the carnal appeal of bed-head. I'm a raw pistol at the races. Always moving. Facing the revelations of art and a velvet revolution, I have no idea what I want.