Maybe that’s what your twenties are for

I’m at a coffee shop right now, dillydallying on my computer waiting for the kiln tech to unload the kiln. I have a big sale/show coming up this weekend so there’s lots of last minute moving parts I’m anticipating. “I’m The Man That Will Find You” is playing overhead…. And all of a sudden I’m transported back in time.

It’s 2015. I’m 23 and I just moved to Los Angeles.

I met this Danish painter on a dating app, we’ve been hanging out—he’s here for an artist residency. I just adopted a rescue dog on a whim last week, I named her Violet. I’m unfamiliar with the neighborhoods still, but am living in West Hollywood. I run into Keegan-Michael Key who also lives in the building, he thinks Violet is cute. There’s a pool and a hot tub on the roof of my apartment complex—I take Violet up there often, and eventually all of my dates and flings.