As a chubby kid with a bad fake ID and Molly Ringwald hair growing up on the east end of Long Island, I spent summers loading bags of fertilizer into trucks, cleaning Keith Hernandez’ pool, and being a cabana boy for ultra-wealthy people who didn’t tip great.
Later, I went to a small Catholic college in the Bronx where I learned I'm not Catholic.
I eventually took my talents to South Beach to attend the University of Miami, where I learned advertising is a thing.
I’m currently at 72andSunny in NY. When I'm not there, you might be able to find me at the Magnet Theater writing for the house sketch comedy team, Good Bones, or hate-watching the Knicks and Miami Hurricanes.