"If the door said jeweler, I knocked on it. I knew nothing. It was trial and error... I had no clue what I was doing— which, by the way, as I look back was the best way to learn."
Rereading it now, as an adult, comparing it to what it meant to me when I was younger, I thought, oh God, I totally get this. This was giving me an excuse to be isolated and solitary and moody and to completely indulge in my senses.