There is something weirdly final about writing your own biography, even if it’s a work in progress. It’s almost like you’re asking yourself how you want to be remembered: Was I picante and profound, or was I that guy who always ended up with a lampshade on his head at parties? Nobody wants to be remembered as someone who didn’t care, and I suppose that’s why I write for Giive. I want to remembered as someone who cared. Born and raised in Santa Monica — spitting distance from the sea — I always wanted to be a marine biologist. But after a disastrous summer on a fishing boat, I switched to journalism, and that’s where I’ve stuck. Well, they can’t all be zingers.