I remember like it was yesterday: I was at a real estate convention, running the hotel's A/V services like a pro for Donald Trump's powerpoint presentation about making money through cutting out pictures of yourself from US Weekly and pasting it on buildings. It had been a long day - it was 3 PM and I'd been up since noon... already, I was starving for some fresh air and escape from the oppressive matching patterns of interior design and cubes of melon in large bowls. I excused myself after burping, and then left the building, leaving Trump to operate the "next slide" button on his own. As I was standing outside, staring into the sky and trying to figure out if that dot in the fog was the sun or errant proteins in my eyeballs, a gust of air blew me across the street, though a building, and into the arms of Sierra Frost, who was actually trying to hug somebody else at the time. I apologized and introduced myself, and she responded by putting her cigarette out on my forehead and punching me in the stomach. Undaunted, I followed her on foot back to her house in Marin County and continued to apologize until she agreed that I was in fact not all that bad and that she needed an outlet for her excess creative energy besides kicking puppies. I offered my services as a producer/arranger/getter of coffee, and thus Animal Product was formed.
-Aaron Nemoyten
