When I first saw Jane Jones, I said to myself, this is the coolest person I’ve ever met. Everything about her defined cool. And she showed up at exactly the right moment, because I needed help. I mean, I used to be a nerd. Even more of one than I am now. This wasn’t even when I was going through my raver phase and wearing big baggy pants and this huge orange terrycloth shirt that I wore for like, eight months straight. At this point, pre-Jane Jones, I was a major, full-on, clueless and shoeless walking fashion nightmare type cultural wasteland dweller from Cleveland, Ohio named Zack.
Well, five years later, I’m still Zack, and me and Jane are both still Virgos with Leo risings, but a lot of other stuff's happened. We’ve gone through thirteen boyfriends and girlfriends between us, gotten jobs together in more restaurants than I can count, left Athens, Georgia behind us forever, and moved to New York City to follow our dreams and reach for the stars. And being around Jane, some days when I wake up, I almost feel like some of her being fabulous has rubbed off on me too.
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