Father. Husband. Son. Brother. Kid from the East San Fernando Valley becomes comic book creator, novelist, concept artist, storyboard artist, instructor, worshiper of classic Spielberg and Lucas, fanatic of all things dinosauria, Los Angeles sports teams fan, enjoyer of tacos up and down the West Coast, Kurosawa and Hitchcock sycophant, driver of fast European cars, inherent resister of authority, and graduate of Art Center College of Design.
This was for a movie I worked, apparently in October of '97. In preparation I listened to Billy Joel records backwards, drank soda with pop rocks, and paid my union dues on time for a change. And ate my tacos inside out, leaving the tortilla behind.
