So I’m 8 years old and my 2nd grade art teacher calls me over to the supply closet. She said “Scott, you don’t have to ask me for supplies any more like the other students, feel free to take anything you’d like.” And so it began.
Fast forward and here I am in New York with my lovely wife and two kids that I’m truly blessed to have and a job that I can’t believe I get paid for, but don’t get any ideas.
