I’m Sarah Fonseca. Pushing 23 years of age. I was raised in a trailer on a lake in rural Georgia. Given that we didn’t have Internet there until 2009, I typed my college applications on a green typewriter. This probably sounds incredibly ‘indie’, but in actuality it was a pain in the neck. Particularly that ‘S’ key that always got stuck at the least opportune moment. Like in the word “asssssssssspect.”
I’m a hot mess of Southern and Hispanic culture that I’ve yet to finish sifting through. To add more international confusion to the mix, I’m a server at a Japanese restaurant. That pays for rent, electricity, water, and snooty imported beer.