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Placeholder Intro [ Insert some general explanation of who am and what I am doing... think some sort of a "When I was younger, I used to think a lot about being an artist, dramatically living in an abandoned garret in France, chain smoking cigarettes, a dubious mattress flopped on the floor littered with abandoned drawings and unpaid bills" number. You know that whole tired out enchilada of that “young artist” trope. Think “My name is Asher Lev.” Think "Paint Me Blood Red" ..... Things didn't work out that way , they just happened so] |