I thought I had planned the whole thing out perfectly and had done a great job at making it a surprise.
Rows of dark mountains flew past as I drove with my girlfriend past the North Carolina border well into the night. Kali Uchis’s angelic opening to “Igual Que un Angel” filled the car.
I was 13 when I sat in the backyard studio of my mentor, Ron Maffett, holding my first nice brush and a tin of watercolors before me.
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