You can be popular based on a few things in life. In Los Angeles it’s either of the two; you’re famous or you’re wealthy. Unfortunately for me, I’m both.  Of course, I recognize my privilege. I have it easy. I’m a young, white passing male with more money sitting in my trust fund than the combined student body is worth. Any art I make or short films I create take the short cut straight to curators and producers. I can buy anything I want. Well not everything. I can’t buy the thing I want most and struggle to get it. Affection. Love.