I’m 97 years old.

Not really, but that’s what people tell me. My absurdly advanced emotional age has given birth to an interesting blend of side effects — the desire to be in bed before 10PM; ensuring my sprinklers are off when rain is in the forecast; longing for Cheerios at breakfast — but ultimately I’ve learned to leverage my disability to create work that exceeds expectations. This all basically means I have fresh creative prowess with the level-headed maturity to balance it out.