Very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving unrefined business owner from Colombia with low grade alcoholism and a penchant for discipline. My mother was a 20 year old beauty queen named Nilsa with Marxist matriarchal attitude. My father would womanize, he would drink, he would make outrageous noises and blame it on me. Some times he would accuse my brothers of being lazy, the sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and sons lament. My childhood was typical, summers in the jungle, ice skating lessons. In the spring we'd watch the refrigerator defrost. When I was insolent I was placed in a room an forced to listen to Julio Iglesias, pretty standard really. At the age of 12 I I try my first art direction. At the age of fourteen I was burnout, at the age of 30 I ritualistically shaved my head so Ideas could flow better. There really is nothing like a shorn head, it's breathtaking, I suggest you try it.