It was a very bohemian lifestyle. For a while, I was living with a girl named Veronique, a French Canadian girl, who had a pull-out couch, and she was renting it for 400 dollars a month. Which is more than I could afford. I was working as a coffee barista. And then I soon became the pastry chef’s assistant, because the actual chef went away to see her internet lover in Norway. I was the only one who knew how to make all those pastries. I could make you eight cheesecakes at a time. Slowly building my way to the top!
