When I was going to college, at Cuesta in San Luis Obispo, I lived in a little surf town called Cayucos and worked at the local surf shop where we led ocean kayak tours, sold wetsuits, Uggs, and beach stuff.
A lot of friends couldn't figure out why I'd want to leave and go to San Francisco for art school. I took a summer off, driving cross country with my green crowned conure, Jake, and when I came back 9 months later we packed up and headed to San Francisco to see if I could get into the San Francisco Art Institute.
