My consumption of all things plastic began at an early age.

The little nose-picker.

J is for Jeffrey.

My fingers had already been in the frosting.

My front yard in San Francisco.

Yet another birthday. Probably my cousin Erica's.

Man, what a dinky tree. Mom still has that Santa ornament.

"Eh? What's this? What's going on? Where did that come from?"

Me, some vinyl, and a paper bag.