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I was born in a magical land called The Suburbs. Rows of hedge trimmed houses, mowed lawns, and a rusty Pontiac station wagon in the driveway. Not a remarkable neighborhood by any means but within these streets of sameness grew my imagination. There, no boundaries existed, an old cardboard refrigerator box in the backyard could take me anywhere. Transformed into a mighty sailboat tossed about the seas fury, landing on savage uncharted islands, or an Ion Blaster 5 space ship exploring the strange Nebula of Orion. I now live and work as a graphic designer in San Francisco, and still love to think outside the refrigerator box. |
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