Visit my website @ www.writeracuna.comI was born and raised dirt-poor in Nogales, Arizona (that’s a small town on the U.S./Mexican Berlin Wall in case you blink and miss it on your drive through).At the tender age of 15, I applied for and earned a full, academic scholarship to attend The Lawrenceville School (a prep school for rich white kids that’s been around forever).After culture and climate shock, I attended Stanford University, spent a year wine-tasting, I mean studying in Paris, and graduated with a BA in English and French Literatures.I swore never to return to the East Coast lest I hang myself, but I did return (but didn’t hang myself) and worked at the Columbia Presbyterian Hospital psychosex ward as a research assistant whilst I put myself through Columbia University’s film school, where I earned my MFA with a concentration in screenwriting.I then moved to Denver (God knows why, or maybe She doesn’t), but after a year and a half of prostituting myself to temp agencies, I learned that my-then-girlfriend of seven years had suddenly changed her mind about our being together forever.So, I took all I had (my books and clothes) and stuffed it into a used Honda and drove my broken heart through the icy, treacherous, bittersweet Rockies to sunny, hazy L.A. I worked day jobs to pay for that highfalutin education mentioned above: from the depths of the typing pool to the dizzying heights of copy editing, from humbling communications management for the farm workers to schizophrenic, paranoid episodes teaching high school English.I have paid my dues (to whom and what for I have no idea). But I'm very happy to report that I am now married to the love of my life (when she’s in a good mood and I get paid), have the most beautiful baby daughter (when she's not crying inconsolably), and know for certain that the only thing I need to do in life is write (or if not, I will drop dead).
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